SEIZE EVERYTHING

Chapter 2

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I walk outside of the center and I can already see the coffee shop from across the street.

I take a seat and minutes later a waitress comes and takes my order. I take the French toast and a black coffee.

Yes. I know. Boring.

I get my phone out of my bag and look at the empty screen. No messages.

HAH. Figures. Cause you're a lonely piece of shit.

I text Mil the time I'll be done with my session.
She doesn't text back which probably means her interview started.

It's weird having a best friend that you don't know anything about their past.

But that was her request when we first started hanging out. She won't ask about my past if I don't ask about hers.

And I was loving the girl already. She's perfect.

I doubt she has anything major to hide anyway. She's like super sweet to be an ex- murderer.

WTF is wrong with me? Why am I having thoughts about my friend's past. We never discuss those. Or look up on them.

I finish my coffee and I still have fifteen minutes to kill.

I take out my headphones and start my playlist.

Smells like teen spirit by Nirvana starts.

I love this song. And I start humming with him.

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

I keep humming to the song while staring blankly at the people on the street. And become a fashion pundit in my head.

Why am I laughing at people's clothes when I'm the one who's wearing yellow with beige?

Yes. Because I have nothing else to do.
FUCK. I want to get this over with.

I put the money on the table. A twenty pounds tip and leave.

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Okay. My doctor is hot.

Maybe all Scottish men are.

Why did I go to a male therapist? Why.

To torture my eyes probably.
I've never been a fan of white hairs. But I'm becoming one right now.

Dr. Richards looks like he's hitting forty soon.
With white strands shinning in his jet black hair. And on his eyebrows as well.

His lips are a thin line as he reads my file.
Oh yeah. I know. My life is fucked up. And he's reading through it.

He runs his hand through his thick beard before finally closing the file and putting it on the table beside him.

I'm almost tempted to ask him where he got this couch from. It's so comfy. But He'll probably think I'm weird.

" So Jessica. Tell me a little bit about yourself. You can leave the heavy things for our next sessions. Since this is our first. Tell me about your family. Your academic life. Your social life. Friends. Anything light."