(Hey! Kelly here! Sorry I forgot to mention this, but this story was based on a memior that my friend had wrote for his project for last year. I loved it, so I wrote my story based on the memior "I am in darkness, silently waiting for light.". Just thought I'd let you know! xx)
“Hey!” I turn back because it’s a voice I swear I’ve heard before. “Samuel? Samuel Instant?” Pretty voice, like silk, got to be a chick. She doesn’t sound like a prep. When I turn around to see who’s shouting my name, I get the hell shaken out of me. It’s my old therapist (it’s a long story how she became my old therapist when she’s only 28).
“Hi. What are you doing at my school?” I can’t recall her name.
“I wanted to see if you were doing better with Frank.” She sounds so revolted. Frank is my current therapist. He’s very strange. He’s cool, but awkward.
I miss this beautiful lady with the sea green eyes, porcelain skin, and bright red lipstick. But she has like a million boyfriends. I always saw a different guy with her at her car right after our sessions.
“He’s cool. Kinda funny, I guess.” No sense of emotions go through my voice. Good. I must seem nervous because she gives me a look. No emotions means no questions. Never forget that.
“Oh,” She sounds depressed. “That’s nice. I miss having a patient like you. You were hard to open, but I still did it!” She cracks a small, fake smile. There’s a hint of urgency in her voice. Does she seriously miss me?
“So you miss me? I mean, as a patient. Having a horrible life means more money, right?” I obviously sound pissed. I hate when people say things to me when they get something out of it.
“NO!!” She yells. “I was never in it for the money! You’re a special kid, and that’s why I want to be your therapist again.” She has such a beautiful pleading voice. She seems serious and sorry. I want her back, but she made a huge mistake.
“Okay. Sorry, I guess, but when you called ‘Them’, I just can’t forgive your for that. That was just too far.”Wow, being a senior makes me feel stronger. Ha. Well, I just feel stronger than usual. I like it. I wonder if I could get her back as my therapist. We’d go on these “field trips” to museums and stuff like that. One time we actually went to the movies and she said I could pick the movie, yet I didn’t have to pay. She’s a better therapist than Frank. Way better.
“It’s just that what you told me really freaked me out. I wanted you to have a regular life, but now I think I made it worse. I’m the sorry one.” NICHOLE! That’s her name! Nichole Weither. Well, she should be sorry. I’m sorry for ever being born.
“Nahh, I’m just screwed up in the head. I got a bunch of shit always going on so it doesn’t bother me.” Yes! Saved by the bell! “well, I gotta go. You know, homeroom. I’ll call your office later.”
“Okay,” She’s sad. Damn guilt. “Don’t forget Samuel, I’m always here.”
Yeah, whatever.
Just as I’m opening homeroom’s door, Snake comes and tackles me with questions.
“Who was that chick?” She’s practically yelling. “What did she want? Do you want me to handle her?”
“I’ll text you with the details later. Fat-ass is going to get pissed if I’m not in now.” No eagerness, no humor, no nothing. I just need time alone, or at least away from her.
I wave goodbye to one of my closest friends and stumble in late to homeroom.
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Why I'm Gone
Short StorySamuel Instant. What I've been called my entire life. I hate everyone. I can't stand anything. Except her. Josilyn Slowly. She's...Different. And here's our story.
