Despondency

Chapter 5

Chapter 5
Qwin's P.O.V

Today's my first therapy session with Ms. Gaitu. I suppose I start with when my mom died right? A knock on my new bedroom door. Everything here is so clean. It smells faintly of apples.

  The only time I remember being this happy was when I visited my aunt for the summer. I went to Minnesota for a school trip and aunt Darly just happens to live in the town we were visiting. She had a lot of dogs, so that's when I learned I was a cat person. She had one cat though, named Fred. Fred was pretty awesome. We hung out on bed and read books together. Well, kind of. Mostly he just played with my hoody strings.

  I answer the door and Blair takes my hand, pulling me up the stairs towards a door at the very top. She knocks twice. Her mom answers.

  "Come on in Blair. Do you have Qwin with you?"

  "I'm here, Ms.Gaitu!" I call through the door.

The thick, wooden door opens, revealing a happy-looking, plush couch, Blair's mom sitting behind a desk, and a warm fire in the hearth. It was all quite comfortable, but that's what gets you to spill all of your deepest secrets isn't it...

Blair talks with her mom for a few minutes while I look around the office. Ironically, there were ink blots framed on the walls. Looking at them, I think I might realize I'm a little dark. In one, I see a dead bird. Another is a knife. Strange.

"Hey Qwin, how was your night? I hope you settled into the house alright." Blair's mom sat down next to me on the couch.

"Everything was amazing, thank you miss." I reply politely.

  "How many times have I asked you to call me Georgia?" She smiles warmly.

  "I've never called an adult by their first name. I suppose I could if you really want me to. I don't have to lay down do I? I'm not exactly comfortable with that..." I trail off.

  "Call me Georgia, and you don't have to lay down if you don't want to. Ok I was thinking we would start with when your dad started abusing you. When was that?"

"My dad started hurting my about three months after my mom died of cancer. I wouldn't come home until 10:30 because I would go to the park and read instead of coming home to him while he was drunk. He got mad after a week of that. He left to go to the store and came back with a whip," at this point there are tears streaming down my face "He told my to take my shirt off. He then used it on my back. Every time he was mad he would have the whip. Even if I didn't do anything. Then he got drawn to marijuana. All of a sudden his eyes would be red, and the house would have a putrid rank. That's around when I started cutting myself."

  I take of my hoodie, showing the scars up and down my arms, and my eyes fell on my wrists. They had stitches across them,big,ugly stitches.

"The night I cut my wrists I was just done. I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to be at the mercy of my father. I didn't have anything to live for anyways. If Blair hadn't come to drop homework when she had, I would've died."

  I hear a strangle sob outside the door. It bursts open, and Blair runs to give me a hug.

"Who did you want that 'I'M SORRY' to be for?" She asks.

"My mom." I am legitimately bawling now, clinging to the person that saved my life. I press my forehead against hers.

"Thank you. Thank you for saving my life." I manage to get out. We're both crying now.

  "Blair, can you take Qwin back down to his room, please?" Ms.Gaitu is still here. "This was very informational, thanks Qwin."

  We walk back down stairs and stop outside my door. Suddenly her lips are pressed against mine. She pulls away and presses her forehead to mine again.

"Thank you, and you're welcome." She whispers.