"I wasn't expecting you," Anne-Marie said honestly as soon as the young girl walked in.
The girl shrugged.
"Why don't you start by telling me what's wrong?" the girl pursed her painted lips. There was a reason Anne-Marie didn't expect her to walk in to the room. The girl was the reigning queen of her school. She was a genius in everything, and she was the captain of her soccer team. The girl was supposed to be perfect.
"Don't be shy. As your therapist, I am going to be completely honest with you and about myself. Whatever is said within these walls are entirely confidential, unless I believe that you are in serious danger," the girl shrugged again. Her skin was utterly flawless. Her face was emotionless.
"You need to speak to me," Anne-Marie said gently once more, placing down the clipboard.
"I'm always sad."
"Do you know why?" the girl shrugged once more, leaning back comfortably on her chair. She seemed so confident.
"When was the first time you felt that you were sad?"
"When I first realised my life is pointless."
"What makes you say your life is pointless?"
Silence.
"Why do you feel your life is pointless?"
Silence.
