Incomprehensible Sounds [Lynn Gunn] Book 1

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//Chapter eight: Give me therapy

::I'm a walking travesty::

Lynn's therapist told her that if ever it would help her by writing a diary through her suicidal thoughts. Writing all of a piece of paper of what that will comes up in her mind that she wants to speak up.

Lynn went out to buy a notebook. A black hard bound notebook.

She held out a one dollar and head outside to buy herself a drink, and drive next to her therapist.

Just as she was about to leave, someone taps her at her back. Lynn jumped a little. There she saw Violet smiling at her, showing a dimple at her cheeks.

"Hey, I didn't expect that you'll be here." Lynn said as she gave Violet a fake smile.

"I didn't expect you either." She said with a smile.

Lynn quickly said that she was leaving when her memories came back through her mind that Violet's already taken, and her suicidal attempt.

"Where are you going then?" Violet asked.

Lynn started to get nervous when Violet asked her. Lynn doesn't want to let Violet know that today was her theraputic days, but instead she told her that she was heading home.

Violet just smiled at her and gave her a nod of agreement.

Violet starting heading on the different direction, while Lynn looked at her walking away.

Lynn felt a little burden inside of her. Watching at the girl that she 'loves' had loved an another person. She just can't accept it.

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"How was your day Lynn?"

Lynn didn't look up to her therapist. She was still having the feeling of burden.

She felt like every weight of the world was on her shoulders.

"It was great." Lynn lied.

"I'm glad it was great. So, do you have any friends?"

"No."

Her therapist pushed herself a little space from Lynn. Pushing her eyeglasses up from the bridge of her nose. She felt irritated already of how stubborn Lynn was. But she just let out a sigh of frustration.

"So tell me Lynn, what's on your mind?" Her therapist asked changing the subject.

"My brother." Lynn answered shortly.

"What about your brother?"

"Nothing." Lynn answered still staring up at the floor.

Her therapist wasn't satisfied of what Lynn's answered. Good thing she realized a kind of behavior of what Lynn had. A fashion way of speaking in a philosophical fuckery. But since she's her therapist, she have to give way.

"Okay, so that's all for today Lynn." She said, giving Lynn a sweet smile to cheer her up.

"Was that it?"

"Yes."

Lynn just got home.

She slammed her door behind her back. And jumping herself at her couch turning on the tv.

She keeps on clicking every channel, feeling bored already of being alone.

Then she remembered the diary of what her therapist had told her.

She grabbed the white celophane that wraps around the notebook.

She starting opening it and thinking of what she was about to write.