Skinny

Chapter 12

Unedited, hope there aren't too many mistakes. I'll fix it later :)

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“Kylie?”

            My head whipped around to the sound of the voice. My eyes landed on one of the female nurses; her long blond curls trailed down to below her chest and her striking blue eyes stared into mine. She was a bit intimidating, but I guess she had to be. We were in a mental hospital nonetheless.

            “Yes?” I asked.

            “It’s time for your appointment with your therapist.” She informed me.

            I sighed and looked over to Alex and Janie who were sitting next to me on the couch in the lounge area. They gave me a sympathetic look before I got up and began following the nurse down the hallway. I steadied myself on the sound of our footsteps so my mind wouldn’t wander about what was going to happen. We seemed to be walking for a while before the nurse stopped and I almost crashed into her because I wasn’t paying attention.

            “Here it is. I’ll be here to escort you to lunch when you’re done.” She said with a smile before walking off.

            I watched her leave and thought about making a run for it. I could easily hide somewhere and not have to talk to the therapist, but I knew that sooner or later they’d find me and make me do so. Sighing, I knocked on the door and waited for a response.

            “Come in!” I heard. The voice was deep, so I knew it was a man.

            I opened the door slowly and hesitantly walked in, then shut it behind me. It was a homey little office with picture frames scattered along the walls, a wooden desk with some paperwork on it and a nice maroon colored leather couch across from it. I took a seat on the couch and looked up at the man. He seemed young, maybe in his late twenties. His dark blonde hair was a little shaggy, but he was clean cut and looked presentable. He wasn’t what I expected in a therapist at all. I was expecting to see some old man with glasses and a bald head, dressed in a sweater vest and khakis.

            “Hello, Kylie.” The man said with a wide grin. “My name is Dr. Reynolds, but you can just call me Tuck. How are you doing today?”

            I eyed him suspiciously. Did I want to talk about myself at all to this man? I wasn’t sure, but I figured I’d go along with him. “I’m doing fine.” I said plainly.

            Tuck nodded his head and leaned back in his chair a little. Wasn’t he going to write everything I said in a notebook or something? “Fine as in?” He asked.

            I narrowed my eyes. What was he doing? “Fine as in fine.” I responded.

            I watched as he furrowed his eyebrows and leaned closer. “Are you sure?” He asked and turned his head to the side a little, his eyes never leaving mine.