Daisies[H.S.]

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*eleven years later*

Noel's POV

"And how old were you when this happened?" the psychologist asked.

I kept quiet.

"And Scotland, your sister, how old was she?" she asked once again.

I remained silent and fiddling with my fingers.

I looked around the office. Books were set everywhere, stacks and stacks of files on top of the mahogany desk. File cabinets over flowing.

My eyes kept wondering to the clock the hung on the wall behind the women that asked me these questions.

I've been seeing this women for about ten years now. She had short hair, dark brown eyes, and tan skin. her voice said twenty six but her face said thirty nine.

"Where did you find your mother on this day?" she asked. I blinked hard, but kept quiet." This is where we always stop at, you know the only way to overcome the heartache of that day is to say it out loud." She said again. She said that every session.

I looked at the door.

She motioned her hand to the door, and I scurried out before anyone could stop me I dashed for the door and outside to see my fathers pick up truck on the sidewalk, I opened the door and took my seat and buckled myself in as he began to drive.

"How was today's session?" he asked.

I shrugged. He sighed, but kept his eyes on the road as I never answer that question.

I looked out the window and looked at my phone, to see I had no messages, as I have no friends. Does it bother me? Not really, being alone is sometimes very satisfying.

"I miss my little girl, and the silly conversations we had." he said.

"I miss when I was happy." I mumbled.

He sighed again. "I do to."