Adopted by Dan and Phil

7.

Hey guys, sorry for not updating in awhile. I was trying to figure out to piece this chapter together as smoothly as I could becaise there is a lot of explaining in this chapter. But when I was gone and then came back, I found that this book has 62 FRICKEN READS!!!!!! WHAT!? HOW!? And after that I was like, ok, I have to make a chapter now for all yall who have this on thier libraries. Just thinking about having one of my books in your library, just... WOW! Sorry got sidetracked. Hope you enjoy!

Liz's Pov:

Today was the infamous tuesday. The day I had to tell strangers every little thing about me. I absolutely despised it.

They were my problems, not theirs! I should have never told Dan and Phil what my problem was. Maybe then I wouldn't be in this mess.

I sighed, I don't know why I even need to go there. It's not like I'm a phsyco who needs rehabilitation, right?

I started to get worked up over it, so I turned on some music to calm me down. I don't know exactly why I started to get angry. I think it was mostly that I didn't want to go, but getting mad about that wouldn't stop me from going.

I don't exactly know how much time had passed before I heard a soft knock on the door.
"Yes?"

The door opened slightly and Dan pushed through and said, "It's time to go."

I sighed and pushed off of my bed, planted my feet on the ground and walked towards Dan. We both started to walk down the hall, trying to find Phil.

"I'm sorry." Dan said out of the blue.
"For what?"
"For...not consulting with you first about the whole 'phsycologist' thing before we called for an appointment."
"It's fine." I said, unconvincingly.
"I know you had been irritable with us since then and..." He started, but before he could finish I cut him off by saying, "It's fine, Dad. Really, it is."

He looked at me and I smiled at him. He smiled back and pulled me into a hug. Soon Phil crept up behind us and gave us a hug.
"Can't leave me out on the hugging!"

We all pulled apart and Dan asked, "Phil, where in the world were you? We couldn't find you."
"I was in the kitchen the whole time. You walked past me, ya' doofus!"
"Oh..."

We left for the phsycologist's office. The whole ride there, my brain tried to shut off all the memeories so I had nothing to tell them, but the memories wouldn't leave. They just would come back stronger, it got to the point where it gave me a headache. People say talking makes you feel better. Lets hope so, or I'm gonna throw up from the migrane.

We had arrived to the building. It was huge! There wasn't just one office, oh no there couldn't be just one. No there had to be at least 20 different doctor's offices, most anything that you could name. That was just great, that means more people.

I was hesitant to go inside, but I had no choice really. I just stuck close to Dan and Phil and tried to avoid eye contact and any signs of conversation.
We had finally found our way to the phsycologist's office. Then Dan and Phil went to the front desk to confirm the appointment. I followed close behind, I didn't want to be alone in this place.

The lady at the front desk introduced herself as Ms. Moe and asked Dan and Phil who was the patient.

I didn't like the way she said 'patient'. It wasn't said in a weird way, it just bugged me that she said patient. This isn't a doctor's office and I am not hurt! I am a client.

As I was completely caught up on the rant that was going through my head, I wasn't paying too much attention to what was going on.

Dan and Phil had told Ms. Moe that I was the 'patient' and Ms. Moe tried to say hello to me.