Wasteland

Chapter 3 (Caesar)

(Picture on the side is Caesar) 

"Caesar are you listening?" My therapist Mrs Kay asked. I shrugged and leaned forward looking down at the tile floor. I rubbed my wrist tenderly. I could feel the bandages under my blue sweater. Mrs Kay sighed. "Caesar are you going to do this every time we see each other?" She asked. "You and I just sit here in silence for 20 minutes in till its time for you to go"

"Well why do I need to do this anyways?" I asked. I tried to sound bitter but I probably sounded whiny.

"You tried to kill yourself a week ago Caesar" She replied.

"I didn't try to kill myself... I just wanted to... I don't know okay?" I stuttered. 

"There has to be a reason for doing this to yourself" She said scribbling something down in her notebook. 

"Can I just go please?" I asked impatiently. 

"You know your Grandma is paying good money for these therapy sessions right?" She asked sternly.

"What are you trying to say? That there wasting money?" I snapped.

"No of course not. I'm just saying that they are paying for me to help you so that's what i'm going to do" She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at me. I sat there uncomfortably not speaking. I don't want to talk about my problems to this dumb ass therapist. I looked up at the clock and sighed of relief. It was 2:30 I get to leave.

"I have to go now" I declared standing up.

"Well fine then, tell your Grandmother I said hello" She sighed leaning back into her chair. I nodded and walked out of the office. I walked down the hallway of the hospital with my head down trying not to look at any of the doctors or nurses. I got out of the hospital and I ran to my bike. I pulled it out of the bike rack. I got onto it and stepped onto the petals. I was about to go down the street in till a loud voice interrupted me. 

"Gaylord!" Someone yelled. I looked up and saw a school bus from my school. Some guys were pointing and laughing at me. I sighed and turned away from them. I waited for the school bus to drive out of sight and I started riding back to my home. 

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I stomped into my house and slammed the door shut.

"Caesar?" Grandma asked scurrying into the room. Her white hair was in a tight bun and she was wearing a elegant green sweater and dress pants. She was dressed pretty nicely for someone who stays home all day. "Hello darling. How was therapy?" She asked grinning.

"Fine... can I stop going there? Its not helping at all..." I sighed.

"Oh but dear you must! I just want you to get better" Grandma reassured. 

"I don't need help..." I muttered. 

"Would you like some cookies? I made them while you were gone. There sugar cookies! I know those are your favorite" Grandma smiled.

"I'm fine. I'm going to my room" I said turning away. I walked through the living room and up the stairs. I walked into my room and slammed the door shut. I pulled off my shoes and I slowly sat in my messy bed. I pulled up my sleeve reveling the bandages wrapped around my wrist. I took a deep breath and slowly unwrapped the bandages. My scars were still slightly red but it was all stitched up. I sighed and remembered the knife digging into my skin, the pain, the blood, me falling to the ground. I didn't mean to cut that deep. I was just trying to feel something. I don't feel anything.

I fell back into my bed and I stared at the celing. I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep.

(AN: Sorry this is such a shitty short chapter! I just wanted to update)