Dear Diary (A dark Louis AU)

Chapter ONE

"Hello Jade" the lady in a black lean pencil skirt and a tucked in blouse said, walking towards me with a reaching hand.

I quickly got up from my seat to shake her hand, leaving a dent in the brown, leather material.

She gestured me to follow closely behind her as her bright red heels clicked their way into the office, the door of which read 'Ms. Crawford'.

She laid her papers on the wooden desk neatly as my eyes wondered around the room in admiration. They wondered from the floor-to-ceiling windows to the bookshelves fully stuffed with books about psychiatry and body language.

I didn't like the idea of somebody reading me like a book, remarking things like, where I looked or what I did with my hands while having someone to wash my brains out. I also didn't like the idea of me revealing all of my emotions, fears and thoughts to a complete stranger, that I had no relation to whatsoever. This was all a little too weird for me, seeing as I thought I didn't need therapy.

She broke my train of thoughts with inviting me to lie down on the comfortable looking sofa in the middle of the office, offering me what seemed like a warm smile. My thoughts were confirmed as I sank yet into another leather material plush. I tried to relax and fall back into my own little world I have created for myself as a defense mechanism, but was rudely interrupted by Ms. Crawford stating;

"Right, well I know that you aren't willing to talk to your parents, or anyone else for that matter, so is there any chance that you would talk to me?"

At that very moment I got the feeling that she was just like the others, jumping to conclusions without even trying to understand first. With that I didn't see the point of me even being here anymore, if the thing that she was going to lecture me about was why I "stopped talking". I was so done with her by that point, so I shut my eyes closed and went back to yet another scenario that I had made up in my head, putting the outside world on mute.

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One hour of shrugging my shoulders to every question that was trown at me, and occasionally opening my eyes just to make sure that I didn't fall asleep later, and I was given a note book that looked a lot like a diary. With confusion plastered all over my face, I decided to finally un-mute the world again to get a better understanding as to why this object was now laying in my hand.

"Since you clearly aren't comfortable with talking about what's bothering you, you might as well just write it out. If that's okay with you of course". And that's where that warm smile of Ms. Crawford's returned once more.

I was certainly not okay with it, but if writing in a diary meant that I wouldn't have to sit through her mindless blabbing for the whole hour every Thursday, than I sure as hell was up for it.

With that, I found my way out of her office and headed back home, or should I say house, since home was too big of a word to be describing a place where I lived.

A/N: "Hope you liked the first chapter, even though it was just a rough introducing to the story really. I will try and update tomorrow, but it would mean a lot to me if you vote :) ily!"