Esmarelda Lance: The girl you don't wanna mess with.

chapter 7

I got my ice cream as wanted and was  allowed to stay up in my room for three  more days.

Lucy came visiting regularly but I sent her away most of the time.

On the fifth day Zang came up to my room.

"You'll need to start therapy today" she says.

"Oh thanks for asking about how I feel" I cut in.

"I'm your mother, i can tell when  you're ill or when you're feeling okay"

"You'll start therapy today"

She leaves my room. I thought that after seeing me this way, she'll change her mind- obviously not.

At noon I have a long muscle soak bath to lower my anger levels.

Most times when I'm angry, I go to scream at a river or lake- that's how mental I am.

I apply dark make up. I wear a rouge leather skirt and a bronze hoodie with red leather loafers.

I walk downstairs trying to avoid any conversations.

"Miss...there's no way you're going to therapy looking like that!"

"Go'n change into something sensible and take off that make up"

Argghhhhhh.

I return wear an oversized black and white jumper with white pants. Ohh and 'no make up".

"Happy?!" I raise my voice.

She approves and gives me the direction to the therapist.

I type the address into my sat nav and drive listening to Adele's ' set fire to the rain'.

I arrive there and register as a new patient. The receptionist offers me a seat in a cramped area next to a weird guy who looks like he's on drugs.

I keep my distance from him while dreaming of what I'll be doing if I was home.

"Hey darwlin' " he grins.

I swat his hand and give him a threatening glare.

"Esmeralda Lance" the telecom says.

"You've been saved by the bell" I snarl at him- very aware that I'm not very strong at the moment.

I walk towards the room trying to ignore his blood shoot eyes and continuous itching.

You never get anything good from giving a young teen coke.

"Esmeralda?" The woman asks as she raises her head.

She's wearing a white coat and Ray ban glasses. Her hair is silver more like white.

"Yes I'm her" I say with a straight face.

"Take a seat" she signals towards the white chair."Your name sounds very similar to Emerald" she chuckles.

Everything in her office is white and neatly organized. There's a black reclining chair and a lamp above it.

I don't quite find the joke creative or funny.

She asks a few background questions before proceeding to start questioning me.

"I hear you have anger issues, paranoia and self esteem issues"she says reading from a file.

"You've heard wrong" I reply dryly. " Do i look crazy to you?" I point to myself.

"Mel...tell me about the things you hate".
She ignored my last question before chirping in "that's if you don't mind".

I find myself answering her question. " I hate the snow, I hate Zang and her kids, I hate the nightmare I had, I hate being who I am, i hate indie music, i hate pizza beacause they don't do fruit toppings". I answer as I run through a whole lot of things I hate almost at once.