In Living Colors

Chapter 7

"So how was your day, Lucy?"

I turned my body toward the window. I can't stand looking at this woman, just being around her makes me wanna throw something.

"I see." She started writing something down in her notebook.

What could she possibly have to say from me just looking toward the window?

"Are you still taking your medication? Are you still going to your monthly eye exams?"

I didn't say a word, I continued staring out the window.

She sighed, "if we're going to make this work then you have to talk to me."

I turned to her, "I don't feel like talking today."

She clicked her pen and put her notebook away, "ok, how about we talk off the records. No notebooks, no writing, no recordings, just me and you."

I raised my brow, interested, "I'm listening."

"Now back to my question, are you taking your medication and are you going to your monthly eye exams?"

"Yes."

"Any strange side effects?"

"No."

"That's good. What about your eyes? Is your vision getting worse or is it the same."

"It's fine."

"Are you still wearing your-"

"Ok that's enough, I can't take this anymore." I stood up and tried to walk out the door, but of course, it was locked.

"Our session isn't over yet Lucy. Once our time is done you can leave. You already know the rules."

"Your asking me the same questions over and over again! What's the purpose of being here if you don't ask me other questions!"

"What kind of other questions do you want me to ask?"

"I don't know! Just something different."

"Alright." She made herself comfortable in her chair, and crossed her legs, "how are things at home?"

"Another question."

"You told me to ask you a question."

"I don't want to answer that one."

"Ok, how is your mom?"

"She's fine."

"Ok, how are you?"

"Fantastic." I said sarcastically.

She sighed, "Lucy please just give me something. Out of the eight years I've known you I don't know anything about your personal life or even about you. Why can't you just trust me?"

"It's not that I don't trust you."

"Then what is it?"

"I don't like it when people are trying to tell me how I feel. You don't know what's going on with me, you don't know my life. So what gives you the right to tell me how I feel."

"I understand. So what do you want to do differently about our sessions?"

"Well for starters get rid of this depressing room. It's making me more depressed than I already am."

"Note taken." She looked at the timer to see how much time we had left.

We had about fifteen minutes left.

"So... I saw you talking to the new boy earlier."

"Yes."

"Is he nice?"