Veronica's POV;
"I, Veronica Fern, will try as much as I can to benefit myself" I repeat as the kind very positive therapist claims.
I roll my eyes and drop my head as my eyes look at the red carpet.
As my head hangs low, my long black hair falls beside me as it's started to loose volume.
"Well, I'll go fetch your parents and tell them a small summary of the session we have had today" the lady smiles and looks away in disappointment of my faint behaviour as I use in all my sessions.
As the 5'7 lady in her 20's leaves the room, I quickly grab my phone and open
up my Snapchat.
The front camera opens and I look at myself. My hazel eyes look faded after a good cry in therapy today, my mascara has dropped
and drizzled down my cheek a bit.
I go to my small bag and grab a makeup wipe and begin to wipe away my fallen mascara. Luckily I don't wear foundation since my skin is smooth
and I don't have many blemishes. As I wipe away
the excess, all that is removed other than
the drooped mascara is a bit of powder.
My parents walk in the small
room and have a seat on
the two chairs.
"Veronica has had poor behaviour in these sessions in act of disbelief to not recovering
from her mental health." She looks at me, as I eye her in a bad manner.
"Veronica! We pay money for these sessions. We are trying our best to get you better"
my mother says looking directly at me, as small droplets of salted liquid fall down my powdered cheek.
What not many people understand is that, after 3 sessions of therapy and
a stressful Home life, you cannot get better.
We are all dismissed from the small room, as i pull out my earphones and plug them into my iPhone.
I turn on my favourite song
;Tender by Blur;
and I stand close to the elevator
as I wait for my parents to book another session for next week.
I personally am starting to dislike these sessions very much. I don't like talking about my life much. All I do is listen to music
and occasionally get creative.
I'm 16 and I dropped out of school to do homeschooling as it was pretty tough.
As the ride home was dreadful, as it consists of my parents driving me crazy on how I should respect things more.
I do respect things but I just can't physically show it...
how would u really physically show it?
A/N
; I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I will be writing a ton lot more since I have so many more book ideas and I want to get one done at a time. Hmu if you also like bands bc I need friends lol. Also comment ideas!
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