Rainy days (EDITING)

▪️Chapter Four▪️

"We're all mad here."

~the truth

"Ah Isabelle, right on time as always!" Amy ushered me in quickly shutting the door behind me. I looked up with a small smile, offering only a nod of greeting.

Her office was small and simple, not quite professional, although I still felt out of place in only a large grey sweater and ripped jeans. Frames hung over the walls. The people in each smiling ahead. Her family I presumed.

A dark grey, shaggy rug swept over the rug, my sneakers sunk in to it.

She offered me a seat, which I slowly took, shrugging my jacket off as my eyes adjusted to the light through my sunglasses. My head pounded with pressure.

"So" she began "how are you feeling?" She new the answer to that question, but I decided to humor her.

"I'm fine."

Her speculative gaze swept over me as she let out a grunt of disbelief.

"Are you still getting those headaches?"

"no" yes.

"Your father informed me of your episode last week." Her tone was soft and calm.

"And..." I responded, glancing up to see her expecting stance, perched at the end of a large grey sofa.

"And, I was hoping you would like to discuss it."

"No." I stated wandering to the small window. Small drops of rain pelted against it, creating a rhythm. I felt tears spring in my eyes, but quickly buried them down.

"Isabelle..." she sighed before regaining her composure and straightening her posture. "Fine, lets discuss something else."

I looked towards her.

"How about, we discuss our last group session?"she suggested.

I stiffened.

"You haven't lashed out like that in a month sweetie, I thought we were making progress."

Her words were true, we were making progress. But he had to come along. I don't know what it was, he just was so... infuriating.

"I know."I said slowly, grim features on my face.

"Have you been taking your medication?" She asked

"Yes." No.

She hummed, giving me a look of disbelief, glancing through her thin, metal framed glasses.

"Well, then I guess it seems you just didn't quite get along with-"

Rrrriiiiinnggggggg! Brrinnnngg!

A light on the small black phone in the corner blinked rapidly as it rang out, interrupting Amy.

"Excuse me" she stood up scurrying to the phone. Her bleach- blond locks swung behind her.

"Hello?".... "oh, ok"..."of course!"

She twisted the cord between her long, red, glossy nails as the phone was held between her ear and shoulders and began shuffling through the papers on her desk.