Second Chance

Chapter 12 - I'm Not Sick

Double Update

"I'm Not Sick"

"Do you know why you're here?"

I turn my eyes away from his penetrative gaze. It's not as if they hold any malice or judgement but rather kindness which I don't do well with.

"Abby said that you had a breakdown. Do you want to talk about it?"

I bite the bottom of my lips as I turn my head away from him. I refuse to talk. There's nothing wrong with me so I have nothing to say to this person. I glance around the room and notice that it has a calming ambience but it is closed and private.

My eyes fall on his nameplate on the desk that's somewhere near my left.

'Dr Lancelot Philipps'

"How about we talk about school? What do you think of it?" He tries again.

I turn my head to face him. He is sitting on a single mahogany chair while I'm on the weird shaped sofa.

"It's good," I reply monotonously.

He nods his head and gives me a kind smile. I'm not sure if it's fake or not. I usually can tell when people lies but with him, I can't. I don't know if he really cares or its cause it's his job to care.

"I heard you got third place in your year,"

I smile remembering that I was able to get the third place even though I just started studying. I can easily understand things, that for sure. It's one of my good points that Mama always praised me for.

My smile turns to a frown as I remembered Mama. I haven't thought of him in quite a while.

"Tell me what you're thinking," I look into his eyes as he waits for my answer.

"You wouldn't understand," I mumble.

"Pardon?"

"It's nothing," I say in a louder voice.

"You know you can tell me anything. It'll stay between the two of us,"

I stare into his eyes once more then thought back to the day I 'died' and became 'Luke'. Yeah. He probably won't get it.

"You wouldn't believe me," I turn my gaze away and look out the window that's on my right.

"Why do you say that?"

I sighed and said, "This is pointless,"

I turn my eyes back to him and give him a hard look.

"I'm not sick," I say firmly.

"Physically you aren't. However, I have yet to evaluate you, mentally,"

I squint my eyes at him trying to understand the meaning of his words.

"What do you mean?" I ask whilst holding back my anger.

"I don't mean anything bad," he pulls out his spectacle and looks straight into my eyes. His lips form a small smile.

"How about this, you can think of me as a friend and share with me things you feel that you would with a friend. Is that okay?"

He didn't answer my question but I let it go since this isn't worth it. I'm not sick. I don't even know why I'm here in the first place.

"You can tell me what you're thinking right now as a start," Lance, or so he told me to call him that before the session started, says with a blank expression.