Tears hurt more than words .

Mrs.Harris

Taylor Pov

~ 3 days later ~

I keep having that same horrific dream, but it gets more and more violent. Like yesterday night Deion got stabbed in the back and thrown off a bridge. So I got annoyed with my midnight nightmares and decided to see therapist. I arrived at Mrs.Harris's office 3:30pm and went into her office and took a seat.

"Hello, Miss.Sullivan", Mrs.Harris greeted me.

"Hello Mrs.Harris"

"So, what brings you here, you a little young to be going to a therapist."

"Well, I'm always having nightmares about my little brother", I started.

"Awe that's sweet-"

"He's dead", I bluntly said.

We went on and on about how Deion died, and my insane parents, she was shocked and told me to pray extra hard and to have a lot of faith. I was only there for about 2 hours , I scheduled another appointment so we can talk more about my fucked up family.