Crush On You {Ausmila} {Delayed Updates}

chapter eight

A therapist? Please tell me this isn't happening. No, it's all a dream. This is all just a dream. Camila isn't dating Jackson, my wrist isn't sprained, and I'm not going to see a therapist. I'm going to close my eyes and when I wake up, I'm going to be in my bed, still sleeping, because this is all just another horrible dream.

I close my eyes and count from 5 to 1 in my head.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

I took a deep breath and then I exhale.

One.

I opened them and I'm sitting in the front seat of my mom's car, with the car moving.

Nope. It's just another bad experience of my life. I sighed and leaned my head against the window. I put in my headphones and played my music. Of course, Let Her Go is the song that comes on shuffle.

I looked out the window, still listening to the music, when my mom taps me on my shoulder.

"Yeah?" I asked, pausing the music.

"We're here, so c'mon," she said, getting out of the car.

I put my phone and earbuds back in my pockets, and got out of the car. When we headed inside the building, I took a seat in one of the chairs, while my mom went up to the front desk to check me in or something like that. My phone vibrated in my pocket, so I pulled it out and saw it was a text from Camila.

Camila❤️
Hey, I had a fun time with you, Austin...even though I let you win in pingpong 😉 We need to hang out again cause I had fun ☺️

I smiled and replied, I always have a fun time with you Camila and sure you did 😏 Any time you want cause I miss you 😘

I hit 'send' and slipped my phone back into my pocket. I sat, shaking my leg up and down, when my mom takes the seat next to me.

"The nurse said you'll be called in around 5-7 minutes or so," she said, grabbing a book out of her purse.

"Great," I mumbled under my breath and played High School Story on my phone. Yeah, I know what you think: 'Isn't that game primarily for girls?' but it's a really addicting, catchy game. I mean at least in this game, I can have a perfect high school life.

10 minutes or so, a lady walked out, "Austin Mahone," she said, looking down at her clipboard.

"That's me," I said, getting up and slowly walking over there.

"Come with me," I followed behind her into a room with a couch and a chair, I guess for the patient and therapist, and a bunch of pHDs & all that medical stuff on the walls.

"Please take a seat on the couch and Dr. Sharpe will be on her way in 5 minutes or less," the nurse said, leaving the room.

I sit on the couch and start 'drumming' my hands on my legs to kill time. None of this would happen if I just told her about my feelings a long time ago. I was lost in my thoughts, until a professional looking lady comes in through the door.

"Hi, you must be Austin Mahone," she said taking a seat in the chair, looking down at the information on her clipboard, "I'm Dr. Eliana Sharpe. So, what seems to be the problem, Austin?"

The room is in awkward silence, with the only noise is the air conditioner.

"Austin, you can tell me. Whatever you say will stay between me and you, nothing will leave this room," Dr. Sharpe said, breaking the silence.

I still sit there, bouncing my leg up and down. This is all new to me. I mean I'm not the type of person to talk about my 'feelings' or anything. That's why my songbook is important to me; it's not just a songbook that I write my ideas down in, but it's like a journal where I write my feelings down in, since I'm no good at communicating my feelings or emotions to people.

"Okay, let's start with your wrist; what happened?" Dr. Sharpe asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked down at my wrist and shrugged, "I accidentally slammed it when I was closing my locker at school."

"You said something so we're making somewhat progress," Dr. Sharpe writing something down on the clipboard, "Now, you accidentally slammed it; but why was your hand between the doorway?"

Suddenly, my mind had a flashback when Jackson sprained my wrist:

"Your little fall was just the start of it. If I hear anything about you hanging out with her, things will be a lot worse," Jackson said, slamming my locker which jammed my left hand and he walked away to his 6th period class.

I quickly stood up and ran out of the room, because I can't do this.

"Austin! Austin, wait!" Dr. Sharpe yelled from the doorway.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this!" I said and ran through the lobby, which my mom yelled for me, but I didn't stop. I kept on running to the car, trying to unlock it, but it was locked.

"Austin, what happened?" my mom asked, catching up with me.

"Mom, please, open the car now," I said, not in the mood to explain why I'm freaking out.

"Okay."

The car clicks and I get in about to listen to my music, when my mom speaks up, "What's going on, Austin? Why can't you tell me on what happened with Dr. Sharpe?"

"Because, I'm not in the mood! This was a horrible idea and I'm never going back there ever again," I said in a somewhat calm voice that didn't seem so upset where I didn't have to talk about all of this on what's happening right now.

The car ride was in silence and when we got home, I ran upstairs to my room and laid on my bed. I closed my eyes to sleep and try to forget about what just happened. I always hope that the next day is better, but it never happens, since the worst thing always happens to me. Soon I begin drifting off to sleep...