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Therapy // Chapter 2

Chapter 2 🌚

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I walked through the hallway to Mrs. Bentz room. I sat down across from her and she handed me the same white board and maker that she always did. It had a scale on it and I had to rate how I was feeling on a scale from 1-10. I marked myself a seven as I always did.

She probably thought that I picked seven because that's genuinely how I felt. But I actually just picked the number seven because it was my favorite number. It had nothing to do with my current mood. See her knowing my actual mood made her job easy for her, and I wasn't planning on letting that happen.

"Hello Aria. So I see you marked a seven today, as always. Would you like to talk about why you marked a seven?"

I stared at her before responding.

"I guess today I wasn't feeling any higher than a seven, but I also wasn't feeling any lower than a seven." I kept my answer concise.

"You chose seven every time you come in here Aria is there a reason for that?"

"Listen Mrs. Bentz I don't mean to be rude, but we do the same mundane thing every day in here. I sit here, I rate myself a seven, you find things that are wrong about me, you try to make me talk about my "feelings", and I waste two hours here. We get no where. Trust me I know I'm not the ideal daughter, or the ideal patient, but I can't stand sitting here as you scribble in your dumb journal. Which is probably just full of doodles anyways, cause I know nothing I say is interesting enough for you to be actually writing down." I said in one breath.

"I'm trying to help you Aria, your mothers trying to help you, so many people care about you. You can't keep pushing people out because I can guarantee you it's not healthy."

"Don't you see? I don't want your help. I don't need your help. I don't need my mothers help. I'm not just some charity case you can "fix". I wish everyone would stop trying, because I can guarantee you it gets you people no where."

I was raising my voice by now, and I knew I was being irrational and I would regret this later. But I was so tired of people trying to help me. Maybe I didn't need help, or maybe I was just too far gone to be repaired. I was just so tired.

I grabbed my jacket and stormed out of the room. I heard my name being called faintly, but I ignored it. I could feel tears threatening to spill over and I quickly walked outside. I pushed the door open letting the outside air hit me.

I sat down at the table outside of the building and put my head in my hands trying to recollect my thoughts. Letting the cool air calm me.

"You look like you could use a smoke."

I jumped at the sudden deep voice and turned my head to see the same curly haired boy from earlier looking at me. He was leaned up against the wall and he had his head cocked slightly to the side a confused glint in his eyes.

"I guess you could say that." I smiled weakly unsure of what to say.

He walked over to me and sat down. I was fully aware of his presence next to me. He stared at me for a short while before he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one.

"Well good thing I just bought a new pack." He told me smiling before handing me one. Our hands touched for a split second before I quickly pulled away.

I took it, letting him light it before mumbling a thanks to him.

"No problem. So things must of got pretty heated in there huh?"

I took a drag from my cigarette inhaling the smoke before responding.

"Yeah, I'd rather not talk about it. If that's okay."

"Oh okay I understand, that's fine." He looked at me from the corner of his eyes and he smirked.

"Alright why are you smirking?" I asked.

"It's just that, not everyday do you get to share a cigarette with a beautiful lady, who has not once introduced her self by the way."

My throat closed at the word beautiful, and I could feel my heart slightly race.

"I'm Aria. And I'd appreciate if you didn't call me beautiful." I said standing up. The area beginning to feel constricted.

"Oh well in that case I'm Ashton and I'd appreciate if you just accepted the compliment." He told me still smirking.

"I'm going to go, thanks for the smoke Ashton." I told him getting up before I heard him call,

"Wait do you have a ride?"

I hadn't called my mom to pick me up, but then again she wasn't waiting for me call until another hour or so. I contemplated just calling her and asking her to pick me up early seeing as I wasn't planning on going back to Mrs. Bentz for the day. I knew she would be angry at me for leaving early so I decided I could just walk.

"Not really. I was just planning on walking though." I told him honestly as I turned and looked at him.

He flashed me grin and told me,

"Well I can give you a ride if you want."

I thought about my options. Either walk home and just tell my mom Luke gave me a ride, or drive with this boy who I barely know.

"C'mon it's just a ride." He said interrupting my contemplations.

He was right, I mean what's the worst that can happen. Okay actually maybe a lot can go wrong, but I really didn't feel like walking all the way home. Granted it wasn't that far but I made a gut decision and decided to trust Ashton.

"Okay. Yeah, I guess you can give me a ride."

He smirked, it must be his trademark or something, and I followed him back to his car wondering what I had just agreed to.

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A/N: Fun fact, I was actually listening to Tomorrow Never Dies as I wrote this. Have a great day lovelies.