Nerds With Tattoos

Chapter 8 - therapy

"Tell me. What do you think of when you hear the word brother?" Eliza my counselor asks. I sigh and put my feet on the table.

"The same thing as the time you said brother in different ways... f-a-m-i-l-y" I say spelling each letter out to her. She sighs clearly annoyed.

"Riley. How are you going to be able to get a hold on your life if you don't know how to control it?" She asks. I've been sitting here for half an hour and I haven't told her anything to do with my past.

"You think I don't control it?" I ask. She purses her lips.

"Yes and I think you know that too." She replies calmly. I scoff and move my feet of the table.

"Why would you think that?" I ask using the same tone. She thinks for a minute,

"Because you wouldn't be sitting here at this school." She answers. I smirk,

"Honey" I say using a sickly sweet voice. "I'll be out of this school before you can even say 'brother' again." I tell. This time she smirks,

"Brother." She answers. I smirk at her,

"You ain't half bad." I tell her. She smiles,

"I could same the same about you. Now seeing as you changed the topic ,how about we talk about the program?" She asks. I groan,

"What did you want to know?" I sigh,

"I've heard you know John." She answers innocently.

"Next question." I say far too quickly thinking about how that conversation could go. She studies me for a minute,

"Okay, how is the program going?" She says instead,

"Boring. I thought there would be more action." I reply. She nods her head,

"Do you want to know the real reason why we created the program?" She asks. I look at her silent waiting for her to continue. "Because we realised that the skills you learn in it can help you use your bad problems and dangerous skills to do good." She says. I let out a groan.

"How boring." I mutter. I decide to take the questions into my own hands. "So Eliza. Why did you become a counselor?"

"Because I want to help people."She replies. I study her intently,

"Brother or a sister?" I ask. She stiffens slightly before relaxing and smiling,

"What are you talking about?" She asks.

"You're young, clearly smart, judging from the way you dress you wanted to be something professional because no one would wear smart clothes to a school like this unless they were a superior staff member. Therefore means that you knew someone close to you who had mental health issues and other problems. If it was a friend you probably would be raising awareness or helping a charity, if it was parents you would have problems of your own, so therefore brother or sister?" I ask. Eliza stares at me for ages her face like stone,

"Our session is over." She says. I smile politely,

"Of course. You get to ask me the personal questions and I don't. I will see you next time." I say before getting up and walking out. As I make my way towards my next lesson I see Logan walking out, deciding to follow him I pull my hood up. He walks out of the building and heads towards the back. He quickly climbs over the wall around the school so I follow after. I notice him hiding behind a tree rolling up something.

"You trying to get high?" I ask. He jumps slightly,

"Should have guessed it would be you."  He mutters. He quickly lights it before taking out his phone,