Typical teenager, a junior in Kimber High in North Carolina. Admired by the whole town she has a residence in, and known for her captivating beauty and manners. Laila Stars, the one admired by all but not by the most important person. Herself.
Lail...
"Let's put that aside for now. What's on your mind?"
I take a deep breathe and decide it's not worth to beat around the bush anymore. I should tell her, "My mother."
"Must be happy thoughts, then?" She smiles brightly though it instantly fades when she sees I'm not returning the favor, "No?"
"Never," I shake my head, "She's the devil inside my head, she's the one who started all of this."
"How?" She asks with hesitancy. Dr. Kessler is always ginger with her words especially when she's aware she's reached a prize, which is getting me to talk into my depression.
"She ruined me," I croak and I'm think I'm about to cry, "she's a murderer," a tear falls delicately on my cheek.
Dr. Kessler writes some notes in her notepad, which looks like she's scribbling some anime figures of some sort. I run my fingers through my tangled hair and look in the mirror behind Dr. Kessler. I look like shit.
My eyes are bloodshot once again, I have dark circles around my eyes and my cheeks look crimson red along with my nose. I'm wearing a simple black hoodie and matching pants to today's session.
"Did she hurt anyone close to you?" She blankly asks, not showing any emotion. I could feel her eyes scanning my face as I'm lying on this olive leather bed/chair thing, "Laila?"
"She hurt the closest," I carefully say and point to my chest, "The ones here," I couldn't take it. Tears started pouring as I ended my sentence. Dr. Kessler is still writing notes, patiently waiting for me to talk.
I took a millionth deep breath and decided it wasn't worth burying a deep secret inside of me. If I stayed with this any longer, I wouldn't be able to breathe. As soon as I tell her, her phone will be between her hands, dialing the police.
"I-," I start but take back my words, "I won't tell you yet. The time isn't right," I stutter, and as soon as they escape my mouth, the alarm of the desk rings, making me shoot up from my seat to face Dr. Kessler. She nods and lets me go out through her door.
"What are you doing here little Lara?"
I sob. And sob and sob and sob until my ball sockets feel like they will collapse my eyeballs onto the ground. My home is close, I can feel its warmth, but can barely see it from the puddle in my eyes.
I decide that I shouldn't go home in a mess that I'm in, so I take a left, and head to the Julio café down the street.
The moment I walk in, I'm delighted by the air conditioning that punches my puffy face. It's February, the weather is still suitable for sweaters, but the emotions radiating through my body isn't something I could tolerate.
I order a chocolate crescent, and take a seat by the yellow-stained glass window while nibbling on my food.
Should I have told her about mama?
No, it's too risky. Even that kind of information isn't in my files.
But maybe she'll help me.
No, she won't. She'll freak out. An expected reaction from everyone.
But she's a therapist, she could've let me a hand.
Yeah, but she's still a person like the other ugly creatures on this earth.
The taste of the chocolate seems dull to my tongue. It wouldn't splatter across my tongue and satisfy my taste buds. The crescent itself tasted like bread, but with some butter. I couldn't happily taste any chocolate into it though.
"You're always having bad days aren't you Liana?" A squeaky sound pipes from behind me and I cringe at the source.
"Riley," I force a chuckle, "What a pleasure," I put my crescent back on my plate and give her a pleasing stare, "Laila. In case your mind doesn't remember."
She twists her direction towards the opposing seat and takes a seat, uninvited, "How's school?"
Fucking sucks.
"It's really great," I nod, and take another bite of my crescent, "Teachers are bit lighter on the assignments this year."
"And parties?" She smiles.
"They're still there," I force another plastic smile, "Still the same from your days."
"Sucks I left," She crinkles her nose and laughs, "I bet boys are hotter."
You were kicked out. Suspended.
"Totally," I bluntly say and keep nibbling on my crescent. I look out of the window, uninterested in this Riley type of conversation and spot Liam and Joana outside. They are in a car, talking and laughing with each other.
They look so happy and pleased. I bet the euphoria of their moment is enormous. But I didn't notice something earlier.
My jaw drops as Riley chats from beside me as I see Liam's ex heading down the street.
They were dating for 2 years. "I'll text you later, Riley," I blindly wave, my eyes still glued on the window, and run outside of the café, leaving my crescent behind.
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