The Counselor [OLD VERSION]

Prologue

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I rush through the hallways, on my way to the school counselor’s office. A strand of my almost white hair escapes my braid. Annoyed I sigh and pull the hair elastic from my hair. My hair falls in my face and I try to make it look decent while I sit down on one of the chairs in the waiting room. And then I wait, I’ve never been a very patient person, waiting is just not for me. I sit back and close my eyes. My head is complete chaos, but if this wasn’t going to take long, I’d probably manage. The doors across from me suddenly open and I am smacked down into reality again.
‘See you next week, Leila, I hope you have a better week,’ someone, probably the school counselor, says. The girl, Leila, nods without saying anything. I wonder what is wrong with her. I have seen her before, she’s in my brother’s class. My brother and Leila had to make an essay for English class once, so they spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen, she sounded so nice back then. I guess you never know what hides behind a smile.  When Leila walks away, she looks at the ground, not even looking at me once when she walks past.
‘You must be, Skylette, I’m Mister Brian, the school counselor.’  
‘It’s Sky.’ I mumble while I shake his hand and walk into his tiny office.
‘Take a seat Sky, you can sit wherever you want. Do you want something to drink?’ 
‘Just water, please,’ I answer. I look around and decide the couch looks the most comfortable. When Mister Brian comes back with a glass of water and a cup of coffee, he shuts the door behind him and sits down on a chair. He’s between me and the door, blocking my way out. Panic rushes through my head, suddenly I’m nervous. My hands get sweaty and I get uncomfortably hot. I did not want to talk about this, not at all. ‘Do you know why you’re here, Sky?’ he asks then. I know the reason, this is all because of Miss Ronalds. It’s all the fault of that stupid essay I wrote.
‘We had to do an essay about the events in our lives that made us who we are today, Miss Ronalds was worried about me after she read it. But I didn’t know it meant that I had to talk to the school counselor.’ I know I have had a tough life, but I was still alive, sort of.
‘Oh, I see. Can you tell me about those events, Sky?’ He grabs his notebook and pencil from the table and looks at me. I sigh, I really do not want this. ‘I really don’t want to talk about this,’ I say, hoping he listens to the pleading tone in my voice. ‘I really don’t need to talk.’
‘Sky, I understand. It’s not easy to talk about. That’s just how teenagers are. But the things I read in your essay, were alarming, just as Miss Ronalds said to me.’
With that my mouth falls open. ‘You read my essay? What’s there left to talk about then?’ Still pleading to get out.
‘I don’t believe that’s everything. You didn’t talk about what those things did with you. I have no clue how it influenced your life. How your dad’s death, your brother’s death and the moving to Amsterdam made an impact on your life,’ he says, he looks in my eyes, searching for something.
‘Fine, where do I start?’ I sigh unwillingly.
‘At the beginning, would be most logical.’ 
I nod and try to relax. I’ll just tell him and I’ll be out in half an hour. I take a deep breath and start where everyone’s story starts, at birth.