Insane // muke

"Mr. Clifford, your three o'clock is here." The woman, who's name I never bothered to remember, said to me whilst she peeked her head into my dim lit office.

"Okay," I looked down at the schedule which held all of my Friday appointments. I checked the slot that held the next session, Hemmings. Lucas Hemmings.

"Should I send him in," she asked quietly."Or do you need to work something out?" I shook my head and beckoned for her to let him in. I looked down, and by the sound of the door I assume she went to send the message.

I heard the door once more and looked up to be met with the bluest eyes I've ever seen. The boy didn't look much older than me, and he's seventeen. I know all the basics, but is till ask just to make conversation.

He sat down slowly, almost as if he was unsure of what to do.

"Hey, Luca-"

"Luke." He said.

"Huh?" He sighed and a smirk that was barely there planted on his thin lips.

"Luke. I prefer to be called Luke. Lucas is too formal for me." I with held a chuckle and smiled slightly.

"Well, Luke," I looked around the room and he hummed."What's the problem? Why are you here?" I ask. Because, in all honesty, I left his form at home. Cause I'm just that smart.

"Depression, anxiety, anorexia, bulimia, insomnia, uh, all the basic teen problems." He chuckled slightly at the last comment. But it didn't. I don't think anyone should have to go through that.

"Did you ever, you know, self harm?" I ask, and he nodded slightly.

"Can I see?" I mumble, his eyes widen in a panic, he bites his lip and looks at the ground.

"No," he meets my eyes."You can't." I sigh.

"I can't give you the help you came here for, if you don't even let me know where to start." I say, I saw fear shoot through his baby blues and I felt a pang at my chest.

"I never wanted help," he starts."I'm just another insane teenager who'll give up like millions of others. I don't see why you, or anyone, would even bother trying. I'm a lost cause." He rambles, and I feel a piece of me shatter with each word.

I sighed, not pushing the topic any further. We kept the session going until the time was up. And throughout the entire hour I was with him in my cramped office. The same word rang through my head repeatedly;

Insane.