I sat there and watched James write on his little notepad. I studied every motion and movement his hand took. Everything in that book was an analysis on my life. Everything I've done. His opinion on how crazy and depressed I actually am. His eyes moved across everything he had written and then flickered up at me.
"So how has your day been going Morgan?" He asked in his calming judgmental tone.
I brushed my black bangs out of my eyes and cleared my throat.
"It's been shit." I said quickly without hesitation.
He looked back with a disappointed glare.
"Now Morgan you know we don't use that language here." He half spoke.
My eyes flickered around the room. I saw his degrees in psychology hung above his desk.
'All of those years in school and he ended up having to deal with me.' I thought to myself.
I spoke again.
"It hasn't been very good James." I said softly.
He wrote something down in his notepad.
"And why is that?" He asked.
I popped my knuckles and started to speak again.
"Well James. Y'know it's simple. I had to set my alarm for 7:30 this morning so I could get up just soon enough to come here."
He nodded. So I continued.
"Now that wouldn't be a problem if I actually wanted to be here. But since my mom has been forcing me here for about 3 months now every Tuesday and Thursday it's started to get to me. And I want a change."
He wrote down in his stupid book then looked up at me.
"Morgan. We've been over this before. These meetings need to continue until I think you are stable enough to stop coming." He said with a little more force.
I sighed and sat back on the couch. I rubbed my hands in a circle feeling the cool leather under them.
I thought back to our first meeting. My mom made me start coming after she saw the cuts on my legs and arms. I tried to tell her I would stop but she didn't believe me. And neither did I.
So I agreed to start coming to these and I've hated it ever since.
Me and my mom have never been close. But she wanted me to go so she didn't seem to be a heartless bitch. Even though that is exactly what she is. A heartless bitch. She'd been that way ever since my dad died when I was 5. She went from boyfriend to boyfriend. I probably only saw her twice a month. So I stayed with my friends most of the time. But now that she has pretty much fucked the entire town of Rodeo i'm back with her at our piece of crap apartment.
The timer went off telling us that our time was up and I could go. I left without saying goodbye.
I saw a boy about my age sitting on the bench next to the door when I walked out of the hall.
The first thing I noticed was his bright blue hair that stuck out in every direction. He was wearing a t-shirt that had once been white. And baggy pants with dirty black converse. He was tapping his feet to the beat of a song his was humming softly.
He looked up at me and his green eyes shined brighter than his hair.
I broke eye contact and started down the long white hallway faster than usual. When I got to the end I looked over my shoulder to see him walking into the very room I had just walked out of.
I turned the corner and saw my Mom's car idoling in the parking lot. I hesitantly walked out of the building and to the passanger side. I reached for the door handle only to see another man sitting there. I looked at my mom drooling over him and I sat in the back.
I got in and looked out the window.
"So who's this one mom?" I mumbled.
She jerked her head in my direction.
"Excuse me?" She asked.
"I asked who this one was. And I'm just wondering if I can call this one dad?" I said clearer.
She looked at the stranger in the front seat.
"Im sorry." she mouthed to him.
I rolled my eyes and continued looking out the window.
"Well Morgan. If you must ask. His name is Mark and he will be living with us from now on." She said in a cheerier tone.
I leaned forward.
"Will he now?" I asked.
He looked at me with an awkward smile.
I studied him then leaned back in my seat.
"Well if hes living with us he should know you have herpes." I said smugly.
She looked at me wide eyed.
"WHAT!?" She yelled.
I looked back at her.
"Oh my bad. I just thought you would have it considering you've had more dicks then teeth in your mouth."
She stared in disbelief at me and then Mark. She finally spat her words out.
"Get out!" She yelled at me.
I looked back at her with a smile.
"Gladly."
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Okay! This is the first chapter of my first fan fiction. I know it was short but tell me what you think!
