Chapter One

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"That's a bad habit,"

I ignore her.

"Are you Impressionable?" My therapist asks.

"What's that even mean?"

"It means you are easily influenced" She says brushing imaginary flecks of dust her velvet skirt.

"No." I continue to bite my nail. Why would she think that?

I stop biting my nails letting my hand drop into my lap.

"Don't stop on my account."
She smiles.

"I'm not." I lie. Stupid therapist. Why am I here? I'm not crazy. I'm not disturbed or bothered by anything. Well, except Alex's death.

"Did you hear me?" Her voice interrupts my thoughts.

"What." I snap agitated. I bite on my nails again.

"So, you need a smoke?"

I glare at her. My eyes wander to her name tag.

"No, thank you, Angus," I grin smugly "Isn't that a guys name."

She shifts in her leather chair making it fart.

"Isn't Rudy." She counters "Besides everyone calls me by my nickname it's Camie"

"Cool." I roll my eyes not giving a care in the world. I bite my nail more viciously causing it to bleed.

"So back to my question-"

"I quit." I cut her off.

"How convenient." Camie writes on her clipboard.

I bite on my nails.

Camie watches me curiously.

The clock still ticks and I crunch on my nails some more.

My thumbnail bleeds until a trail of blood goes down my arm.

"Can I get a band-aid?"

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