|| Sunday ||
Mitch nods and stands up, looking over at Esther and Avi as he follows the blonde. Avi looks confused while Esther just looks sad.
Mitch directs his eyes to Scott's shoes instead of their faces and slowly follows the blonde until they reach his room.
"Take a seat please," Scott robotically says and Mitch's heart squeezes as he does so, sitting in the familiar leather seat. "Thank you. So, how are you feeling?"
Mitch stays silent; mainly because he can't communicate without his board but also because he can't believe Scott is acting this way.
"Mitchell?" Scott asks and Mitch flinches, feeling his heart being squeezed more. "Why are you not answering?"
Mitch's sadness suddenly gets replaced with anger and he stands up, walking to the edge of Mr Hoying's desk. The blonde raises an eyebrow as Mitch frantically searches for something before finding it.
He sits back down on the couch, a pen and notepad in his hand this time.
"Do not call me Mitchell."
"Where's your board gone?" Mr Hoying asks.
"It got thrown away."
"What? By who?" Mr Hoying looks confused and Mitch pauses.
"The other shrink."
"Why would he do that?"
Mitch shakes his head.
"Mitchell, please tell me."
Mitch keeps shaking his head and soon he can't stop. His body slowly rocks back and forth as he shakes and flashbacks turn in his brain.
"Oh Mitch," Mr Hoying quickly stands up, his attitude quickly changing, and turns on the AC. "Talk to me."
"K-knew him t-t-too we-well."
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therapy (scömìche au)
Fanfiction"Flattery will get you nowhere in life." "It made you blush and that's good enough for me." ------- // harsh language // slurs // possibly triggering // bad quality // ||||||| Started: 22nd May, 2017 [X] 100 reads 6•6•17 [X]...
