"I know I said you had you're last appointment, but please consider this. He's world renowned, and he specializes in mutism. He could help you. Please, Camber, please consider it." I hate begging. I really do. I don't even know why she's asking me. We all know she's going to make me go, whether I want to or not.
Tearing out a sheet of paper from my notebook I write one word.
No.
"Oh, but please honey. It's for the best."
I said no.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to cancel the appointment. It's a shame, his waiting list is over a year long. We got lucky, to get one so quickly." I should have known she would've already made the appointment. Gritting my teeth, I write my answer very precisely, angry.
Next time, you should talk to the patient before making the appointment, because begging isn't very attractive. When is the appointment?
"Tomorrow." Her voice is tiny, and I almost miss it. Almost.
What the HELL?! I know you. You aren't going to cancel the appointment. Don't lie.
Slamming the paper onto the marble counter top, I stalk off. How could she? She promised. Maybe I was just to trusting of her. Got my expectations set to high.
Storming to my room, I go to slam the door shut, but remember I have a room mate now. A room mate whom is currently sleeping on his bed.
I close the door silently, then go throw my body onto my bed. I hear Josh shift slightly, mumble something, then go back to lightly snoring. It's three in the afternoon, and the boy is still asleep. Normally Carol would've woken him up by now, but she's probably blaming jet lag for his excessive sleeping. Whatever.
I should've known better than to believe her when she said that it was the last time. There will never be a last time. She will forever be sending me to doctors and shrinks, having me being poked and prodded like a freak. But, lets face it, I am a freak. The saddest thing is, I will never tell her to stop, never really put my foot down, and tell her this is it, and she knows that.
Those eyes made me the freak that I am.
The thought that they haven't been caught, that they still may be after me keeps me silent. If I speak a word, it might give me away. Someone would gossip about whatever I say, and word would get around, and they would find me. They will find me if I speak, there's no doubt in my mind that they will. No doctor will get me to talk. No one will.
Silence is the only thing that I have left.
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"Camber, I'm sorry I did this behind your back. But, please, you have to know that I want the best for you."
Words. They mean nothing if you don't have sincerity. She doesn't have that sincerity.
Getting out of the car, I slam the door as hard as I can, and the frame shakes. Good. She should get the sign that I'm still mad.
Storming into the doctors office, I don't wait for Carol to catch up to me in the parking lot. You may think I'm being a little melodramatic, but she broke her word. That is unforgivable in my mind.
Slumping down into a chair in the waiting room, I slip my ear buds in, and select the song, Maybe Holding Hands Wasn't Such A Good Idea by Modern Day Escape. That song is fucking awesome.
After signing me in, Carol tries to come and sit next to me, but I get up and move away. A few eyes are on us, but I could care less. You may think it's harsh, but since 'm not going to yell and scream anytime soon, this is the next best thing.
She doesn't come and sit by me this time, but there is a hurt expression on her face, that she's trying unsuccessfully to hide. I will let her off the hook later, but not right now.
"Camber Leewood?" They call my name, and as I go to stand, so does Carol. No. If she's making me do this, I'm doing this alone.
Shooting her a glare, she gets the message and sits back down.
Taking a deep breath, I follow the nurse down the hall to my doctor's room. Oh, god what am I getting myself into?
*Sooooo...I hope this is longer. Please vote and comment? Dedicated to MarbleBullet because her comments make me smile like a fool :3. Listen to the song on the side? The pic is of Carol...she's pretty for a old lady...at least I think so
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Teen Fiction"So that brings me back to the dream. I was there again, but this time, I was him. Beating some little kid, wasted out of my mind. I think the dream has to do with when I came home from that party, drunk. It scared the hell out of me, Camber. I don'...
