I sit in the chair looking at my therapist as she crosses her legs opening her folder that has my name written on the top. I bite my lip as I pull my legs up to my chest.
"Okay so lets review your last session. We just started digging into your past, but we hardly even hit the surface." She looks up at me taking off her glasses. "Has anything changed since our last session?"
"I got a job," I say looking down at the folder, I couldn't keep my eyes off. I bet her other patients don't have their own bulging folder.
"Oh, that's great Agnes! What is it?" I look down to the floor.
"I work at a gas station." I mumble under my breath so she could barely hear me. But she can hear. She heard me loud and clear.
"Well, that is nothing to be ashamed of. It's a starter." She leans towards me trying to lock eye contact with me. I look up a little. "Why did you take the job? Did you think it would benefit from your father's death?"
"I mean I guess." I say raising one eyebrow. I lean back in my chair. "But it's also to pay off the therapy bills." I smile raising my eyebrows at her. She is the best therapist in the state, but I won't tell her what is boiling up inside me. I refuse to. I don't think it will help, I know it will only make me more angry at myself.
"Okay," she smirks, "how about anything else? How has your family been doing?" I nod my head, I know this answer. She asks me every time I am here.
"Felt like everyone left their bodies." I answer, she moans, tired of the same answer being said over and over again.
"Dig deeper." She begs. Okay, I will give her something deeper.
"And are replaced with sad people." Whoa, almost stepped over the line to my actual feelings there. She takes a deep breathe, and the twenty minute session is over. I get up leaving as she opens the door.
"Agnes, I want you to dig into your emotions deeper. Is there anyone who you can talk to, besides me?" I nod my head walking out. But I really don't have anyone. Because the people I can talk to, are going through the same exact thing I am going through now. They haven't showed any emotions towards the death, so why should I?
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The Boy In My Dreams
RomancePeyton has trouble sleeping, she has nightmares every night since her father was murdered. Peyton takes a job at a Stop and Shop gas station, hoping to pay off her therapy lessons. On the way she meets Quinn who is her partner at the station. The fi...
