It's A Thug Thing

Chapter 81

(Tamia's Apartment)
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Ariel

It's been 3 weeks since I cut myself but in those 3 weeks I've cut myself a few more times. My parents recommended that I go to therapy and I know I need it, so I agreed.

I've been staying with Mia majority of the time. I talk to my parents and siblings daily I just don't want to be at home. 

"You want me to come with you?" Mia asks as we pull into the parking lot of my therapist.

I look at her then back at the building. "You can" I say. "I don't wanna say yes or no cause it's up to you, if you feel like you can handle this then yeah, ion wanna make ya life more difficult with my problems" I add shrugging.

She cuts the car off and looks at me. "Lets go" She says opening her door. I fiddle with the sleeves on my Black Sauce Hoodie as we head inside.

I sign in and immediately get called back. I see my parents already sitting on one of the couches. I sit on the couch in front of my therapist and Mia sits to the left of me.

"Hey Ariel" Mrs. Tiffany says.

"Hey" I mumble. I sit back and slouch.

"Your parents here have told me you started back cutting yourself" She says. I nod letting her know it's true. "Can I see?" She asks.

I sigh. Nobody's seen my recent scars aside from the first relapse earlier. I slide up both of sleeves and I hear my mom gasp. I sit up and pull the right side of my hoodie up revealing 2 long horizontal gashes.

Mrs. Tiffany writes something down then clears her throat. "When is the last time you cut?" She asks.

"Yesterday....after basketball practice" I admit. She writes in her notebook again.

"Okay, here's what I need you to do" She says. I pull my sleeves down and sit back. "I need you to tell me everything from the start that has affected you till now, that has made you cut yourself" She says.

"Everything?" I ask. She nods. I look at my parents and they nod. "Well if you gone write it down, you gone need a whole new page, and in advance, excuse my language" I add.

She flips to a new page and Mia grabs my hand. "Alright start from the beginning" She instructs.

"Wait you want me tell you from the point where I started cutting myself or everything that made me cut myself recently?" I ask.

"Just Express to me how you feel and why you started cutting" She says.

"You got a rubber band or something I can mess with while I talk?" I ask.

She nods and digs in her briefcase beside her. "Rubber band or stress ball?" She asks.

"Rubber band" I answer. She pulls out a bag of Skinny Tan Heavy Duty rubber bands and hands me one.

I let go of Mia's hand then place it on my wrist before intertwining our fingers again I take a deep breath and Mrs. Tiffany gives me a small smile.

"I'm not a bad person" I start. "I mean I'm a bit mean and nonchalant but nothing too Out the way" I say. "If I fuck with you then I'm gonna go out my way to make sure you good if need be, but it seems like all that does is get me fucked over, like I done went through so much shit this past year but for what?" I rhetorically ask. "My first stupid ass girlfriend cut me off and shit and come to find out she got pregnant at some party, then my next girlfriend set me up" I continue. "Which I don't understand cause she knew what I was going through, she was there for me when I needed her, she was there when my sister got shot and my parents and family started acting funny" I vent.