Six Months After the Crash:
The room was dark and stuffy as the boy sat on the brown leather couch which squeaked every time he moved. The silence was echoing as he stood up moving around the room, he felt his mind whiz as he tried to calm his nerves. Scanning the tall bookshelf he read the titles on the leather bound books as the door opened to reveal a smart looking man, the grey hair sprouting up under his dark hair just around his temples.
“Hello Mr.” He started to say but the boy cut him off.
“Yea, yea. You know who I am. I know who you are. Can we just get this over with?” The boy asked.
“Sure. What do you want to talk about?” The man asked settling into his large plush dark leather chair which sat in front of a bay window. The boy remained standing by the bookcase.
“I don’t want to talk about anything.” He answered.
“Then why are you here?” The older man countered.
“Because I am forced to be here.”
“Who is forcing you to be here?” The therapist asked.
“The entire world.” The boy admitted sadly.
“That’s a lot of people.” The grey haired man mused. “You must feel a lot of pressure.”
“I don’t feel much of anything these days.”
“Since the crash?”
The boy looked scared for a moment but then his face hardened again. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He said bitterly.
“But then that’s why you’re here isn’t it?” The therapist asked. “You and…” his voice trailed off as he looked through his notes trying to find the other boys name.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” The boy said once again.
“Ok, well what do you want to talk about? According to your file you used to be quite personable.” He asked.
“You don’t like my personality?” The boy asked smugly a slight smirk on his face.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You said ‘used’ to. Past tense. That means that you think I’m a dick now.”
“I don’t think you’re a dick. I think you are fighting demons that even you don’t understand.”
“Oh and you understand them?” The boy asked harshly his arms crossed in front of his body like a gate shielding him from the world.
“I can help you move on.”
“I don’t want your help.”
“Why not?”
“Because you can’t turn back the clocks before the crash, you can’t change the fact that we crashed or the fact that we spent one week lost in the wilderness. You can’t change that. No one can change that.”
“You’re right, I can’t change that. But I can help you find peace in it. I can help you move on, I can help you be a better, happier person again.”
“He’s dead.” The boy interrupted his voice hitching on those words. “Nothing you can tell me is going to make me happy again. That part of my life is over. I am moving on. So sign the damn paper that says I’m healthy and I can get on my merry way.” The boy crossed over to the door twisting the knob as he swung the door open.
“Liam?” The therapist asked as Liam stopped in the doorway his back still turned to the therapist. “Let me help you.”
Liam hung his head as he walked out letting the door slam behind him.
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