Suppose to Keep a Secret

Part 1

For some various reasons, I have to keep to myself. And somehow my mother thinks that going to some type of therapy will help. Im stubborn. I wont want it to work, and I'll most likely force it to not help. There's gonna weird ass people there, people I don't want to get to know. Or even try and befriend. Seems rude, yeah. But Im rude. My mother and I walked into the doctors office,

"My sons here for group therapy. Hes here to see Dr. Harris."

"Last name?"

"Ameer"

"Your session has already started, your meet up is in room Q1."

"Thank you."

We walked for a bit

"This is going to be good for you."

"How are you going to tell me itll be good for me?"

"It will. Your sister had the same problem. Youre seeing the same doctor as she. Shes very open now."

"This is dumb."

"Hush. Its not dumb."

"I don't want to be here. This is a dumb reason to go to therapy."

"Youll make friends. Now, I don't want to hear it anymore."

We made it to Q1

"Ill see you in an hour, my love."

She kissed me on the forehead, and I walked in.