"How are you feeling today?" Meredith rests her notebook on her lap looking up at me through her long lashes. She has hair the colour of mud, but it's so voluminous with beautiful waves it makes up for the rather dull colour.
"Horrible," I deadpan causing Meredith to raise her eyes at me. She is also known as Dr. Hillier. Apparently since we are 'friends here', I get to call her by her first name.
"Why is that?"
"I don't need to be here. This is ridiculous," I huff. "I don't need a therapist. There is nothing wrong with me".
"The loss of a family member can be exceptional difficult, especially in your case."
"You mean because both my parents are dead?"
"If you want to state in bluntly, than yes. You've suffered a lot of loss in your life. We all need someone to help us heal. There is no reason to feel ashamed that you're seeing a therapist," she offers me a warm smile.
"I seem to be dealing with everything just fine."
"Have you been sleeping okay?" She ignores my attitude.
"Yes, I get my full eight hours of sleep and dream of rainbows and sunflowers," I grumble.
"Have you been having nightmares?"
"Nope," I wasn't lying. I haven't had any frightening dreams so far. I've dreamt of my dad a lot though. Just us spending time together. Him waking me up in the morning with a kiss on my forehead, or us curled up on the couch watching a movie. My favourite is when I dream of us laughing. We just laugh together until tears are streaming down our faces. I never know what is so funny though. When I wake up my eyes are always damp with longing. I wish I knew what we possibly found so funny. What on Earth made us so happy? I've had the same dream, yet still no answers.
"How have you been eating?"
"This isn't Weight Watchers," I point out.
"Kayla, please answer the question," she scribbles on the notebook with her blue pen.
"I've been eating the same," I say honestly. "Are we done yet?"
"How is living with your aunt?" Meredith ignores my question.
"Not the best since she is making me come here." I grind my teeth. "I'd like to leave."
"I know you don't like it. Every teenage patient I take on is stubborn at first. Kayla, you may find if you actually participate in the therapy that it may help. It's only your first session, but you did a great job. I'll see you soon," she smooths down her skirt when she stands up, then pulls the door open to her cozy office.
"Hopefully not," I swing my bag over my shoulders striding out. I smack the elevator button impatiently waiting for the doors to open. Once I'm in the compartment the doors are about to shut when I hear someone calling to hold the elevator. Even though I feel like the grinch on Christmas, I decide I shouldn't take my anger out on everyone else and reach out to press the open button. The doors slowly open back up to reveal a young boy about my own age on crutches.
"Thank you so much," he hobbles in. "I've been waiting for my ride for two hours. With my luck, if I don't hurry they will leave me stranded here. The elevator takes forever to come back up. Then I always miss the damn thing cause I'm not exactly as speedy as I used to be. I mean, I'm one wheel down." he gestures to the big cast in his left leg. "You're my saviour."
"You're not a racecar," I giggle. "I think you mean you're one leg down."
"You obviously haven't seen me run before. I'm easily mistaken for Lightning McQueen." He jokes. "My real name is Leo."
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Rock Bottom
Romance"I pray that the last time I said goodbye was not meant forever." *** Growing up with a single parent with not much money to spare wasn't particularly easy, but Kayla never felt like her life was anything less than amazing. Her father loves her dear...
