No One Accepts Me

Chapter 9

"Good moooorrrnnniiinnggggg, Carrriiieeee!!!" Valerie sings as she pops her head out of the door. I grab the comforter and put it above my head and groan.

"It's so early!!!" I complain. 

"It's 9:00 and you have therapy session at 9:30." She says. I hear footsteps and feel her sit beside me. I groan again. 

"Gimme five minutes." .

"Carrie! If you don't stand up and take a shower this instant, I'm going to pull you out of bed!!!" She threatens.

I just stayed silent and feel her get out the bed. Thank God, she's leaving! I put back the comforter and go back to bed. 

Wait, no. Never mind. I can hear the faucet of my bathroom turn on then off. What is she going to do? Then, the door opens and then I feel cold water splash on my face. 

Damn it, Val!

"Told you." She says. I sit up and groan again, wiping the water off my face.

"Okay, okay, I'm up." I say as I swing my legs out of the bed. I walk to the bathroom and take a quick shower.

Honestly, I don't care if I'm late or not. I don't like therapy and I don't really like talking about my problems to someone I barely know. Who knows, some therapists can be pretty much assholes. They can back talk you and tell what you have been saying or not. Ugh, I've lost all hope in humanity since Brad came into the picture. He's just a vessel of the devil and Olivia is the vessel of Lucifer. 

When I'm done taking a shower, I walk out and change into my normal clothes. Like a black t-shirt, some black skinny jeans, socks, converse and bracelet. Of course, how can one's outfit not be complete without your band merch? 

As I walk out of my room and downstairs, I see ma and pa (that's what I call them), just taking their time like therapy is nothing to them. Aren't we supposed be there by now? I mean, it's like 9:15 at the moment. 

"Aren't we suppose to go?" I ask pa and he looks up from his newspaper

"No, you're session is at 11:00," he says. "What's the hurry?"

Okay, she's gonna pay for that! I run up the stairs and enter Valerie's room to see her laying on the bed with her laptop on her stomach. Once she notice that I'm there, she starts laughing like a retarded seal. 

"You. . . Are so. . . Naive!!!" She says. I'm glaring at her as she rolls down the bed and bump her head on the beside table. Now it's my turn to laugh.

"Karma, bitch!!!" I say as I'm kneeling on the floor, holding my stomach while Valerie was rubbing her head.

"You suck!" She says but I just keep laughing while she is feeling the pain. 

So this is how it feels to have a sister.

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While I'm laying here on the bed-sort-of-thing, the therapist, what's his name? Helery or something? Yeah, whatever, he keeps asking questions and say why I want to suicide. Like, hello? Did you not listen or list down the things that I've told you about my sad and depressing life so far? Why do you even have this job? More so, how?!

Once we're done, I slide my legs and he is looking at me with deep satisfaction. Perv, I'm going to complain. Thank God, I've got my sling back with me. To cover my ass while I walk out so that he won't stare at it. Pervert. 

As I reach the reception, I can see Valerie and my foster parents sitting down in the waiting room. I go to the receptionist. 

"Yes, how may I help you?" She says with a bright smile. She's got her blonde hair in a pony tail and her make-up is just on point. Like, how can someone be this perfect?