Moment of Reflection

Chapter 15

A/N: Sorry guys if these next few chapters are slow to come out, I want to keep a 10 chapter lead but I have been having some writers block. 

"Tell me, how are you feeling?" Dianne asked, crossing her legs while she sat in her chair.

"It's just. So much. I really don't know." I said, trying to figure out what to say, "I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going on in your head when you don't even understand it yourself."

"Well, that's what I'm here for." She said, smiling warmly, "I'm here to help you, guide you, listen, and understand."

Somehow it slightly made me feel better, but I needed answers.

"Well the biggest burden on my shoulders is this guy," I said, sighing as I brought my hands to my face, rubbing it before I continued, "He's been causing me to go on some sort of mental and emotional roller coaster it seems."

"Tell me more, how did you two meet?" She said, lifting her notepad from the small table next to us.

I couldn't help but chuckle, "My best friend wanted to take me out, to get my mind off of my father's unexpected passing. She and her boyfriend thought it'd be a good idea to take me out to a club."

"Mhm." She said, writing things down.
"And while they illegally drank and did their own thing," I said, chuckling once again, "I sat at the bar. Drinking soda the entire night. This guy was actually seated in the seat next to me."

"This guy, does he have a name?"

"Vito." I said, swallowing, "That night we had talked and talked, then we danced. Not like the crappy dancing people do nowadays. We actually danced."

She nodded, smiling a bit.

"Basically things were great that night until I had to unexpectedly leave. We traded phone numbers and remained in contact."

"Okay, so what has happened?"

I nervously shifted, I pondered in my mind as to whether I should say anything.

"Daisy, I can't help you if you don't tell me. Due to doctor patient confidentiality, I can't report anything unless you say you're going to hurt yourself, or have plans to hurt someone else."

I bit my lip and looked down, "I found out on the first day of school that he's my English teacher."

"Okay, go on."

"When I found out, we were both surprised just as much. I immediately began to push him away, because I knew it was wrong, he could lose his job. I was pretty sure he hated me, thought I was some sort of liar or something."

"I'm sure he doesn't think that way. How did he respond to this?"

"Well when I first told him I would switch classes and whatnot, he told me that it wasn't necessary. The way he originally reacted wasn't right. He told me he really liked talking to me and stuff. So I started feeling like I did when we first met again."

"And that was?"

"Happy, complete, safe."

"Well that's good, right?"

"Yeah, but then one night when my mother was verbally abusing me, she said a few things that made me reconsider what I was feeling and whatnot. So I started pushing him away again. He seemed to have taken the hint and this time it lasted almost a month. He would try to keep me after class to talk, to see why I was feeling or acting the way I was but I kept avoiding him, so he stopped."