I sat in the office for about 10 minutes now,waiting for the therapist to come back.
It's been about 2 weeks since I came.
She said she's been meeting with that Josh guy lately.
She told me she went to go get Josh from his own personal home.
Does he have his own appointments at his place?
I suddenly got bored of scrolling through my phone and went over to the filing cabinet.
I went to letter A and grabbed my file.
I sat back down and stared at it before opening.
"Was I really happy?" I thought.
Maybe going to therapy made me worse?
I started putting the file back when I heard the door knob jiggle.
I quickly rushed back to my seat and sat down like I did before she left.
"Oh good you're still here!"
"Why wouldn't I be here?"
"Amber, last time I left the office you ran away through the window."
"Oh yeah."
She then opened the door wider and a shadow came through. It wasn't hers.
She sat at her desk and waved at the door.
"You may come in."
A tall figure walked in slowly.
I looked over at the door and saw it was him. But I wasn't sure because he was wearing a long sleeve so I couldn't see if he had tattoos,and he had blue hair.
"Who's he?" I asked.
"Amber. I want you to meet Josh.
Josh,meet Amber."
so Josh changed his look a little.
"Um..hi." He talked softly.
I shifted in my seat.
"Hi."
"Okay well I'll leave you alone and I'll be back within 20 minutes." Wilson got out of her chair and walked towards the door.
Then she left.
I'm alone.
With a guy.
Whom I don't know.
What if he tries to kill me?
Is he psychotic?
Who is he really?
"I can hear you." He blurted.
"What?" I snapped out of my thoughts and faced him.
"I'm not going to kill you. Hell,i need a good reason why I should."
I rolled my eyes.
"Well thank you for listening to my thoughts. And don't kill me."
"I'm not."
He seemed to have a bit of an attitude but calm.
I stared at his arms. His muscles showed through his sweater.
"It's spring you know." I spatted.
"And?" He looked at me in the eyes.
He had really nice eyes.
"And you're wearing a sweater."
"You're in a therapy program and you ask someone why they wearing a sweater?"
Then it hit me.
"Oh! Oh my god I'm sorry!"
"Is that your first time apologizing to someone?"
"You know,you're kinda of a douche." I rolled my eyes at him.
"You're kind of a asshole as well."
I was expecting him to call me a bitch or something. I looked at him shocked.
"What?"
"I thought you were going to call me a bitch? Or maybe a whore? Slut? A-"
"Stop," Josh held up his hand,motioning me to shut up. "I don't call girls those type of things. Unless I know for sure and they deserve it. No matter how much I'd hate to say it to them."
I smirked at him.
"So you do have a soft spot?"
"Doesn't everyone?"
I looked down at my hands.
"I guess."
Josh sat up and faced me.
"Okay. Tell me about yourself."
I looked up at him and shifted in my seat to face him.
"Uhh..well. Im here for anger issues and depression. And I've been here for about-"
"Not the therapy you. I mean your personality,what you love doing?"
"Oh. Well I'm eighteen. And I don't know what my personality is."
"What do you mean?"
I sighed and rested my head on my fist.
"I don't know. I guess I'm lost with myself,you know?"
Josh nodded.
"I used to feel the same. But I got better. Then worse."
"Worse?"
Josh closed his eyes.
I kinda feel bad about talking about this type with him,knowing both of us don't want to.
"Can we just.. know each other and talk about that later?"
I nodded my head.
"Yeah. Okay."
Then the knob turned on the door and Wilson walked in.
"So what did you two learn?"
Josh sat up and looked at me,then back at the therapist.
"I guess...uh.."
"We're friends now?" I asked.
Josh nodded.
"Yeah. I guess we are."
Wilson looked at the time.
5.17 PM
"You two are dismissed. I'm glad you two found a friend."
We both walked out and went to our cars. I wasn't with my mom today since she had a late shift.
"Hey,Amber?"
I looked at Josh,who surprisingly parked next to me.
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna hang out sometime?"
I nodded.
"Sure."
I felt happy.
