The Dawn of Summer

July 26th

I like to write in present tense like in a book or something because I wish it was so I could have a happy little ending but the thought that not every story has happy ending makes me rethink it.Well I went to my therapist and it sucked......

As I walk into my therapist room without doubt the drastic white wall still resembles a hospital that I remember too vividly as if my imagination has cruel sense of humor and won't let me forget that day at the hospital. It even smells like the over freshener that no one uses. She says she won't read my journal and that it's for "my personal" use which makes me think I don't even have to write this I could easily say yes I'm writing in it but my over guilt conscious brain won't allow it frick !
She looks at my answers from the question she made me rewrite into another sheet and she smiles brighter then the sun at my answer which I didn't want her to I wanted her to be mad but she's not.
"Great! You're expressing anger soon enough you'll be expressing happiness in no time!"
Gosh she makes me sick and I want to punch her even more! She thinks depression is as simple as taking a breath you exhale and Bam! You're not depressed anymore congratulations!
"You know it's been around two month since the .... incident happened. I think along with you're parents ... of course that you....need to forget about her ...I know it's hard bu-"
I immediately get up and slam my chair and get out.
Who the hell does she think she is! Telling me to forget my own sister! My parents on the other hand might have loved the idea of forgetting her because that's exactly what they do at home. They pretend nothing happened as if they tried hard enough there is no Ella....Ella is...............
Dead