Fix You [Vic Fuentes]

Chapter 4

Song of the chapter: For the First Time By The Script



Chapter name: I don't talk to strangers.



Vic's POV



Recap





She smiled at me, while I just stared back at her not really wanting to move a muscle.
She held out her free hand and said,

"Hello, I am Kayleigh. Your new therapist."


I have never been good at meeting new people, and honestly I had no clue what to say or do. Having no friends really did me no justice, so in these situations I was about as useful as a white crayon. My feet suddenly became really interesting so I just looked at those, picking out every thread and piece if material possible. I could feel the tension in the air, but I still made no effort to move or even say anything. I was mute, and I honestly don't mind. Anything would be better than talking and sharing my feelings to a person who doesn't care and is there for the money. My hand still lay on the door knob, while my other still at my side, and she put down her arm that she held out for me to shake with a knowing look on her face.


"Uh, could I, maybe, come in?", she said just audible for my ears. I nodded slowly still obliging to using English to communicate, and moved out the way so Kayleigh could walk into my room. I saw her look around a bit and she turned to me, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"This is a nice place", she murmured, as she went to looking around, me being the gentleman I am, sat back down on my bed looking emotionlessly at the floor. As I am making very clear, I don't want to be here, and I hope 'Kayleigh' gets the message too.
My thumbs make circular motions on the palms of my hands, while I wait for her to finish showing herself around, anyway the room is small enough and I am sure she is staying in a pretty similar one considering some if the therapists stay in the hospital but some don't.

"Uh, may I?" She snapped me out of the intense staring contest that the floor and I were engaged in, and gestured to my desk chair. I slightly nodded, and she pulled the chair out and sat a good 3 feet in front if me.
Like I have said, I don't want to say anything so the room remains silent until Kayleigh opens her mouth.

"So you're Vic, right?" She simply stated, and I was about to blur out a smart remark but decided against it and just nodded my head.
Her long hair fell over her shoulders as she leaned forward slightly and looked at me while I looked anywhere but at her.

"Okay then. So I am, err, going to tell you a bit about myself and, um, afterwards you can tell me a bit about yourself, if you want of course." A small smile lit up her face as she continued on, "So, uh, I was born here in Florida, always lived here I have never left, I like art and music, I can play a little bit of the piano but mainly guitar, uh, what else... I like reading, I am not much if a technology person. I have a brother and uh, I guess that's it."

This information was at no complete use to me, so I just brushed it off and forgot about it the instant the words fell from her lips. I couldn't care less if she came out of Oprah's vagina, so I don't know why I would need to know this. Maybe it was because it was 'building a relationship and trust', and we all know how that's going to turn out.

"Erm, Do you want to say anything?" She questioned, "because all I know about you is you have been diagnosed with severe depression, anorexia and have extreme self-harming tendencies and I don't believe that defines a person, so.." She said as she pulled out a yellow folder and reading from its contents. She was probably paid to say that.

I stayed silent and continued looking blankly at objects around the room, as Kayleigh sat there waiting for me to talk. Ignorant bitch.
I don't know who she thinks she is but she doesn't know anything about anything so she should just leave already because she is pissing me off and I don't need another fake person in my life.

"Erm, it's okay if you don't want to talk. I have planned for us to go the beach so, uh, I guess we should get going." She stood up and held her stupid clip board in her hands along with the yellow folder that contained all my information in it.

Why the beach? Out of all the places we could go we had to go to the beach. Don't get me wrong, I like the beach -sometimes- but it brings back too many painful memories, so I try to avoid it where I can. But I guess today is the day where I have to go, no matter how much I try to convince her I won't go, I know somehow I will get there -kidnap-.

I grumbled under my breath, so only I was aware if it, and got up hesitantly following behind Kayleigh as she walked out the door. We emerged into the hallway, and I could see she was leading us straight out through the back entrance where I am guessing her car is.
The same scent of hospital invaded my nostrils again and I almost choked on the smell intoxicating my lugs, making cough and platter like an idiot. I never liked the smell of hospitals, and I don't think I ever will.

The walk to Kayleigh's car took longer than expected and I now found myself standing right in front of a small silver Toyota that looked only a couple of months old. See, this is what they do with their money buy cars. I bet she had a perfectly fine car before she bought this. Typical. You know, I don't even know why I agreed to going on this trip, I should have just stayed in my room. The warm glare of the sun was making my eyes hurt like a bitch, as I hadn't seen proper day light in weeks. Just the rays that poured through the window, which even then was too much for me to handle. Going outside was a bad idea, I could just feel it. I stood there waiting for Kayleigh to open up the car and I slid into the passenger seat without hesitation as Kayleigh got into the drivers side.
I really badly wanted to ask why we were going to the beach, but I decided not to because talking wasn't exactly my skill set and I didn't want to sound like an idiot. So I just went with the flow, and silence filled the car until Kayleigh turned on the radio making the latest station she listened to quietly project through the speakers. It wasn't anything. I was into, so I zoned out and kept quiet like the boring person I am.

It wasn't comfortable, and by that is it was awkward, well, for me anyways. I felt like I needed to speak, and yet I didn't at the same time. I didn't know the song playing on the radio so I couldn't sing in my head either, and I could tell Kayleigh wasn't enjoying this either as I kept sneaking quick glances at her which gave away the uncomfortable tension. I could also tell that she wanted to say something, but like me, I didn't know what to say.
I felt the car come to a halt and I found myself in the car park that led up to the beach, which had a small ledge that people could lay their chairs on that over looked the beach and everything bellow. I shifted, and got straight out while waiting for Kayleigh to hurry up and get what she needed, which happened to be a mediocre canvas and some paints along with two fold up chairs which I had no intentions of helping her with. She wants money, she can do it herself, she is here to 'help' me, not me help her. I followed her to the over look and the salty water fragrance filled my lungs, as she put the chairs down near the edge that gave me the sudden urge to jump off.

She unfolded the chairs and set the canvas on an easel that I didn't realise she bought out. I sat on the one she wasn't currently sitting on, and looked out at the beach and the people that played happily in the water. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't because their happiness was so captivating it made me look a whole lot longer than I wanted to. I heard a sigh and I looked to my left at Kayleigh who was also looking out at the water. Maybe she was thinking about what to paint.

"You don't talk an awful lot do you?" Her tone was calm and genuine but I didn't answer, instead I looked down at my feet and twiddled my thumbs while I completely ignored her, it was just an act. She doesn't actually care.

"We'll leave in around half an hour because clearly you don't want to be here, so I'll just stop waisting your time."
Hallelujah! She finally gets that fact that I don't want to be here, woman is good for something. I looked back out at the sea, and watched the crystal-like water move in waves. I used to like the ocean, but not so much anymore. Me and my family used to come to beaches like this a lot, but they live in Colarado, and I'm in Florida. Some family, they probably just wanted to get rid of me. I wouldn't blame them, I was just a burden on their shoulders that they were happy to get away from.

"Its time to leave now" Kayleigh stated, pulling me out of my deep thoughts. Time flies when ones having fun thinking of their troubled past and how much their family hates them.
I stood up and walked to the car, not bothering to look back as I just wanted to get away from here,crawl up into my bed and sleep. Which seems like a good idea to me, because anything is better than being here. I heard Kayleigh out her belongings in the back while I stood by the passenger side door.

Time flew by, and just like the previous car ride it was silent and awkward. I didn't know what to say -again- and Kayleigh didn't either. Which again, I don't mind because starting a conversation isn't on my to do list this year.
We walked distantly, me behind her as I reached the end of our journey to my room. I had no hesitations in opening the door and closing it. But before I shut the door Kayleigh said, "Goodbye, and oh. I believe this is yours." She stated while pulling something out from her pocket and holding it in her hand out to me.


Where did she get this?

It was my iPod.




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I would like to give a huge thanks to @AntiCheeseBrigade for making the new cover for this story (: its amazing!!!!