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8. Therapy. *new version*

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"Hi Sophie, good that you could come" Mr. Parker give me a soft smile and let me come inside. "No problem, really want to be here for Him if it has begun again" I say and try to give him a smile through my nervousness. I don't want to see more burn marks on his beautiful tanned skin. I don't want to come over to Ash's and see him stare out at nothing, lost in awful thoughts. The air is filled with strong vanilla scent so one prof enough to know its back.

We stand in silence waiting for Ash and Mrs. Parker to come down. It's quite, so quite you can hear Mrs. Parker talking on the second floor. Her voice stops and I hear the door open. They come down the stairs, Mrs. Parker first. When Ash finally is in front of me he looks up, force a smile on his lips. But I see through it, his pupils is bigger like he's lost, his body tense. "Hi Soph" the words come out raspy like he haven't talked in all day. "Hey" I pull him into a hug. His breath slows down from its quite but rushed breath before and breaths into my neck. I pull out of the hug, "We go together right? You can't stop the tradition" I try to lighten the air. I did always go with Ash to the therapy seasons before, ever since we became friends. We had quite ease to open up to each other, were quite alike like that. We only let some people in and if we let someone in we let them in fast. So after some weeks of knowing each other I found out the hard things in Ash life in the not best way. Sure he had opened up like me but somethings are hidden inside a special shell.

I were 10 and he had just turned 11. We were at my house having a normal sleepover. We had nothing to do so I wanted to show him a thing my cousin had showed me, after they visited us just some days ago. So I ran away and got a candle and lighter to show this thing 10yearold me thought were awesome. But when I came back and Ash saw the items he froze, I sat down and told him about what my cousin did and he began to shutter out to me to not do it. I didn't really listen to Ash I just got confused, like why didn't he want to see this cool thing? it won't hurt anyone.

So I lighted the candle, Ash pulled at my arm and told me to just blow out the candle and back away. I just whined at him and told him to look, I took my long finger and pulled it through the tip of the fire without getting burned only a little black at my tip. Ash where not frozen anymore, no he shook as his eyes where wide and watery. He yelled at me to stop what I where doing and pushed me back as he in panic put his hand over the candle to put it out. When he pulled his hand away my eyes filled with tears as I saw his palm having a round mark of pink and black. He looked at me tears spilled from his eyes and I yelled loud so someone would come as I felt tears run down my face. My dad came not long after I had yelled and was probably as confused as I were at what had happened. He took us to a hospital, called Mrs. and Mr. Parker told them what had happened.

Ash told me later when we were alone in the hospital room, about how his parents died because of a fire. A candle had been forgotten and had in some way started the fire.
The next day Mrs. Parker had a talk with me, she told me that I needed to be aware about the fact that, there could come similar situations later in our friendship and that I shouldn't give up on him even if it scares me. My answer to that were that I never even thought a thought about leaving our friendship to sink under reasons that isn't even near to touch our friendship. Mrs. Parker smiled, she said that I where right about that and that i could help him, take away the fear he had and maybe be more than friends. Be the bestest friends if that's where our friendship lead us if it's strong.

I guess she were right about somethings, Ash isn't scared of candles or fire anymore and we became the bestest friends, and later we both knew that our feelings weren't that friendly any longer and got into a relationship. But I'm still trying to help him with himself. Trying to get him to love himself a little more for every day that goes.

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As we walk through door number C19 we come into an all too similar room with green walls, white floor decorated with four white chairs against the right wall. On the left side is only a door into Emma's office. Emma is Ash therapist, she's pretty young and are just getting ready to yell at us if we call her Ms. Allen. She's really nice, I feel like Ash is comfortable with her even though he's always a little tense when we go here, I think it's because he don't want to break when they talk about everything.

We sit down on the chairs in silence, I can't stop my eyes from wandering to the skin that shows and isn't covered from the sweatshirt he's wearing. His hands are laying with its palms against his knees and his pupils looking around as if the settings are unfamiliar, guess it's because nervousness? I feel nervous too because of how little I know about the situation. I want to know if he have kept himself looked up in his room with the vanilla candles burning all the time. I want to know if his skin has anymore, burn marks. All I want is to drag the sweater away, and see no new marks just a clean stomach and maybe in a dream the three marks on the left and five marks on right arm would only had existed in some nightmare.

The door to Emma's room opens, she take a step out. Her short blond hair is hanging as usual in small locks and she's wearing a floral shirt with pale blue jeans. "Hi Ashton, Sophie" we say Hello, Ash kiss me on my cheek before he stand up and walk into the room.

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*I changed the chapter bc I thought my first version was short and not so detailed writhed.*