Chapter 1: Meet Belle.
'Empty.'
'I feel empty.'
My therapist, Dr. Villy stare at me. She reached out and held my hands.
'Belle, You're not alone okay? If there's anything please, please I beg you not do it.' She gently rubbed my fingers.
'I did it yesterday night.' I stuttered, very much reluctant to explained it to her.
'She poured milk on me during lunch.' I continued.
Dr. Villy stood up, leaving her burgundy leather armchair and walk towards her working desk. I followed her, pulling my sleeves to cover my wrist as I stood up.
'Urm, Belle...I think I should have a word with your parents first before I recommend anything, is that alright, Darling?' She said as she sat down behind her big mahogany desk.
I cringed at the word 'Darling'. Its such a weird word to say. Call me weird but I very much prefer the word 'Vagina' than 'Darling'. I mentally gagged and walk out of the room.
'She urm...wants to talk to you guys.' I inform my parents. They look at me with a concerned eye. My mum was hesitant to leave me alone in the hospital waiting area but I assured her that I'll be okay.
Hi, If you're reading this. Sorry for starting out the story terribly but I am not a professional writer. My name is Belle Dubois. I love English and just words. I've been diagnosed with depression,self mutilation and eating disorder. Basically, I'm a freak...at least that's what Fleur called me when she poured milk on me.
Fleur is the daughter of the local major making her the most popular girl in West Middlestone High School, which sadly happened to be the school that I'm in.
After a moment, my parents walked out of Dr. Villy's office and told me that we're gonna have a nice dinner tonight at the local fine dinning restaurant which charge about 100 dollars for a serving of sirlion steak. I know something is not right. My parents would NEVER spend so much money on a meal. We're not very rich. Just your middle class working family.
The car ride home was mainly spend in silence with the occasional questions about my session with Dr. Villy, the therapist. When we reached home its already almost 5 and father told me that the dinner booking is around 6.
Once we enter our home I left my parents and rush upstairs to my room. I quickly shower and change into a deep maroon dress that I got last Christmas from my late grandma. I miss her dearly. I remember crying for hours when I knew about her passing. I braid my semi wet hair into a loose side braid and didn't bother to wear any makeup because I took almost 40 minutes in the shower and father is already calling me from the living room. I quickly grab my grey cardigan and my toms before rushing to the door.
When we reached the restaurant, everyone stared at me. Of course, which idiot would wear a cardigan when its nearly 30 Celsius outside. I needed the cardigan because the sleeves of my dress doesn't cover my arms and my arms are where they are located. I sat down next to my mom and my dad sat opposite the both of us. My parents ordered some expensive steak and I ordered a vegetarian salad to avoid any questions and persuasion from my parents about my eating disorder.
Whilst waiting for our food, father held my hands and look me in the eye and said gently
'I love you but... we have decided to send you to Cingle Boarding School.'
