The Therapist

Chapter 3

Sitting in my room.

Phone~[vibrating](text)

Text~from Melissa

Melissa~Are you still mad at me?

I read my phone, turned it faced down ,and clicked the power button.
I really didn't feel like talking to her.

I sat thinking about yesterday at the beauty salon. To think people were my friend and they just turn their backs on me the first chance they get. Maybe I'm being delusional, or maybe they were never my friends.

I started to think of what to do besides watching Friday the 13th. I'm tired of all the screaming, falling, and white people dying. I reached for my phone and the first thing I could think if doing was looking up that dating website.

Nichole~💭 What is the name of that website?

Nichole~😠😠💭 DAMN!

I started typing in dating websites and clicking on any link. Then there it was, I was so excited. I realized that even though I found it I still wouldn't have the mind set to even make an account.

Nichole~This is ridiculous, I can't believe I am one of those girls.

I can't believe I am one of those girls that are so desperate for love to go on a dumb website.

Nichole~💭 But I can also be that girl that goes on a commercial talking about how this website changed my life, and how happy me and mr.right are together and....

Incoming phone call~from BOSS😈

Decline call~from Nichole😂😂

I throw my phone,it hits a wall and shatters into 1 million pieces like my heart when I realized how stupid I am for throwing my only portal to the outside world.

Maybe I should try to get out of the house. I can't help but feel so mad, maybe it's all the stress.

I want to go somewhere like the park but I don't want to seem like that creepy old lady that sits on a bench looking at children play and later on go to jail for attempting to kidnap.

I honestly have no life.