His Inspiration (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11

I walked with the nurse into the therapy center. There wasn't anyone else in the waiting room, besides the receptionist.

"Alright Justin, I'm going to leave you here with Jade. Your appointment should be within 5 minutes." The nurse informed me like I cared.

I sat down on an orange armchair and observed the room. There was a coffee table and couch, along with a magazine rack. The receptionist, Jade had black hair that faded into blue. She looked as if she had a fun life outside of work. 

"Justin Dr.Grimshaw will see you now." Jade said with a thick accent. I couldn't quite make out what type it was though. It sounded European. I kept pondering it while I got out of the arm chair.

"It's room 2202 down this hall, second on the left." She said pointing towards a separate hallway.

I slowly made my way down the hall. It was huge and hospital like, although it didn't smell like one. There were some colorful paintings on the wall, they were so bright and cheery it made me sick to my stomach. Right next to an obnoxiously bright and abstract painting there was a map of the hospital. I scanned it taking note that we were on the 7th floor. It had a little 'you are here' star in this whole green section. I looked at the side and it had all of the labels of the section the hospital was for. The green section was labeled as the psychiatrich department. That made my stomach drop. How had my life come to this point? What would Caitlin think of me if she could see me now? How am I going to get into college if they notice that i've been here? Now I'm letting the hockey team down by being here. How am I ever going to be treated normally or be socially accepted?

Ha Justin that's funny because no one liked you before anyway.

The voice in my head was right, and the realization gave me a dizzying urge to cut. Feeling upset I started to search for the room. I spotted the door, and it was cracked open. 

"Hello Justin!" A tall man with a posh British accent greeted me. 

"Wait you are Justin right?" He questioned.

"Y-Yeah that's me."  I replied stuttering. Great first impression Justin. 

"Well come on in! I'd like you to know I'm pretty laid back. If you don't feel like talking, that's fine. I'm not going to ask too many questions or make you cry. Well not yet." He finished with a laugh 

"Haha that is okay with me!" I tried to act casual as the urge to cut kept growing. I had sat down on the black leather couch. He took a seat at his massive desk and was going through papers and pulling out a file. It got quiet, and I felt cold, clammy, and fidgety. I don't want to be here.

"So Justin, it says here you're 17, what a great age! Not. I remember how hard it was to be in high school. Lad, I did some crazy things back in my day. But we're not here to talk about me. What do you like to do in your free time?" He rambled on. 

"I play hockey." I mumbled out.

"How long have you been playing?" He questioned.

" Since I could walk." I answered blankly.

"What position do you play?"  He asked. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

"I'm mainly a midfielder, but sometimes I take inner." I responded.

"Those are some good positions, you must be a great player! So moving on Justin, is there anything you want to ask me or to tell me about?"  Dr.Grimshaw asked.

"Not really. I'm not really in the mood to talk?" I admitted.

"Oh. I understand. I would let you go but you have to be in here for a certain amount of time, so you stay here. But sense I'm nice, we don't have to talk. I'll keep quiet, I have some work to do." He responded with a smile.