Chapter 1

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"It started to happen again th- the moments. They come back each time but much stronger and deeply horrid." I say. "Could you tell me what could possibly be triggering these moments you keep having Natasha?" Says the shrink with the pinned up hair and long Pinocchio nose. "I don't know, when I think I'm getting better it feels like it's getting worse" "Have you been getting enough sleep? Do your friends know about this?"

I want to pull that stupid nose and yell at her that my friends aren't helping me they just act like they care.

"Sort of and they know. Ive told them and they're doing everything they can to help me as well ."

I can't stop with the lies but I'm too afraid to go back to that place that. . . that prison like place.

"Are they actually helping you?" Dr.Rouz says. "I don't know but it's good to have them. It keeps me a little more sane each day I guess." I say.
"Well then that's why you're here to get professional help. You do understand what that means right?"

Her face has money written all over it. I know that's all she fucking wants! I won't let her send me back!

"Yes. I do understand. What was it Dr. ...?"
Bitch isn't helping me.
"Dr.Rouz, for the third time Natasha."

I'd wish my mom would stop believing that she'll help me. The emptiness isn't progressing and miss Pinocchio bitch isn't helping. My room hasn't felt any better either, still the same empty feeling as my heart. Skipping dinner is beginning to become profusely easier now. I don't think my mom has suspected a thing.

"Hey honey how was it?" Her face solemnly looking.
"Oh mom it was Great. Fantastic you know I think I'm actually getting better!"
"Oh honey please no sarcasm. Your father and I want to know if she's helping. Dr.Rouz is one of the best therapist in the city and she's treated some very important people and they have gotten significantly better so we want to make sure her skills aren't going to waste."

That's ironic. I want to tell her that no matter how much money they spend on me I'll never be completely okay.

"Yes mom I know, I know. I do feel a little better."

Lies. Mom knows it too. I'd wish she'd drop the act already. She's scared I'll go back again, at least we can both agree on that.

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