Don't.

Psychiatrist

I came home to my mom doing the dishes, as usual.
"Hi honey, how was school?" She asked.
"Meh, same as always." I replied.
"Well, I have some news for you!"
"News? Is it good?"
"Oh sweetie, of course it's good. We found you a psychiatrist." She announced.

That is exactly what she said the last time; which that did not go well.
The word 'psychiatrist'  made me want to explode; and it was pretty easy to figure out why.
That word brings back horrible memories.

When I was eleven years old, my psychiatrist molested me. It scarred me for life. It made terrified of my hometown; causing my whole family to move. After that, I didn't even want to think about going to a psychiatrist again.

Reliving this experience always gives an awful pain in my chest.
I tried to minimize the pain, by covering it with my hand; but that only made it worse, because I ended up digging my nails into my skin.
Taking my hand away from my chest felt like pulling a sword out from my stomach; if that was even possible.

I let out a loud gasp.
"Don't—" 
She cut me off.
"Stop being so dramatic, this one's nice."
"That's what you said about the last one!"
"Well yeah, but I never expected that to—
I cut her off, as payback.
"I never expected it either, mom!
You never see those things coming until they happen!
I'm never going to another psychiatrist; not after what happened with Dr. Johnson!"

When it came to calming me down, my mom was relentless.

"Now honey, I know that experience hurt you; but it was just one little mishap."
"Oh yeah? And what if it happens again?"
"It's not going to, sweetie."
"Actions speak louder than words, mom!"
"Yes I know that, but—"
"But nothing! I'm not seeing the psychiatrist! Tell them to find another patient; preferably someone who can handle—"
"Dylan James Carson III!"
"Oh mom, you know I hate my full name!"
"I don't care anymore! I hate that you think everything in this world is awful!"
And she calls me dramatic.
"When did I ever give you that idea?" I cried.
"You've been giving me that idea since the day you were born!"
"I only think things are awful when they actually are!
Newsflash mom, life isn't all rainbows and unicorns; especially since unicorns don't exist!
But that is besides the point.
Life can be amazing, but every once in a while; it sucks." I explained.
"And I suppose by 'every once in a while' you mean all the time, right?"
"What?"
"I have never seen you happy. In all 16 years of your life so far, you've always been depressed.
You self-harmed, and jumped out the window of your room just enough times to make it seem suspicious!"
"That was a long time ago—"
"So was what happened with Dr. Johnson!"
"Yeah, and that's what started it all; having my first time be with a crusty old man who tied me to a chair, and—"
"Stop!"

Surprisingly enough, that made me calm down.

"Okay, look. Things are different now. I am so much happier then I was before; I haven't self-harmed in almost 3 years! And I don't even feel like jumping out of the window anymore!"  I exclaimed.
"Well that's good sweetheart. Look, I'm really sorry. You don't have to go if you don't want to. I just thought you might need some more help with your—issues."

Weird choice of words, but okay.

"Uh—thanks, I guess." I told her.

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A/N
Hey guys! Hopefully, you all enjoyed that.
I just thought a little drama would make the story better.
More to come!

Also, big thanks to music-iplier for getting my story out there; you guys should check her out, she has a lot of really great works.

Later!