Problems

1. The therapist

| Ariana

It was November. The cold started to take the place of the warm temperature we had in New York. I walk to a huge building with the name Activist and company on it. Their device was : your life, our problems.

I was a little scared since it was my first time seeing a therapist. I never told anyone what I live and since today, it was gonna change. I reach the doors and push them. I went to the desk and clear my throat to receive the attention of the receptionist.

"How may I help you young lady ?" She asked me. I smiled and told her that I was here to see Mr.Bieber. She blushed a little and told me that it was the second door on the seventh floor. I thanked her and started to go were I would meet my therapist. I went into the elevators and pressed the number 7.

I started to feel insecure and I wanted to back out. But I promised my Nonna that I would talk to someone about what I lived. I breath in and out a few times before the doors open. I walked out of the little space I was in and walked slowly to the front door of Mr.Bieber's office. I knock lightly 3 times and waited for him to answer.

A tall fake blond guy opened the door. He had beautiful hazel eyes and a few tattoo were showing through his semi-transparent blouse. He was wearing black classy pants with black shoes. He smiled at me before letting me in.

He told me to take a seat on the couch after he closed the door. I shyly smiled back and sat down on the couch. He took a chair and sat 1 or 2 meters away from me. He took a note book and he wrote my name and a few things on it.

"Hi i'm Mr.Bieber. I'll be your therapist for how long you wanna have me. So, let's start Ms. Grande. You can start with any subject you want." He said smiling.

"Okay...um.. My full name is Ariana Grande Butera and I'm 23. I use to live in Boca Raton with my mom, Frankie and Nonna. I came to New York 3 years ago for personal reasons. Umm... well that's the surface of me." I said shyly.

He wrote things down and asked me this : "If I may ask, who is Nonna ?" "She's my grand-mother." I said. He nodded and wrote it down. I wanted this session to end and to never come back.

"Let's play a game. I tell you something about me and you have to find something similar that happened to you. Are you okay with that ?" He said. I nodded.

"When I was young, I use to be picked on because I looked like a girl." He said. I can't believe what he said. He looks like a Greek god right now. "I was picked on too, because I didn't always had the coolest clothes." I said

"In my high school prom, I was name king." He said. "I never got that chance. I always wanted to be named queen but nobody voted for me." I said sadly.

I saw that he had pity for me. It was new for me, nobody ever got that kind of feeling for me. I played with my fingers before he talked again.

"When I was young, I didn't had a male figure because my dad left us, my mom and I." He said sadly.

"I-I use to live with my dad until I was 13 due to his dependence on alcohol and drugs." I said looking away. Those memories are coming back and I don't wanna break down right now.

But sadly, tears started to fall down my face and it didn't take long before I was a crying mess.

Mr.Bieber got up and put the note book and pen on his chair and came by my side. He was about to touch me when I got away from him. He understood and let me calm myself, but I couldn't. I started to hyperventilate and more tears came out. He lowered himself in front of me and started to breathe slowly.

"In and out Ariana. Take slow breaths. Look at me" he said. I finally met his eyes and he breath in and out slowly. I did the same and it really helped me. I was shaking but the crying part was over.

He got up and went to his desk to get something. Candies precisely. I love candies, I would eat like 20 a day if my mom didn't stop me. He sat beside me and handed me the bag. I took one and thanked him.

He smiled and took one for himself. The rest of the session was us two eating candies.

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