Sunset highway

Revival

"Have you visited her grave yet"

"No I don't see the point" I sigh,annoyed " in fact I don't see the point in all this,I'm fine I don't need therapy"

"You said that last week,and the week before and In fact each week before that"

"That's.because.im.FINE!" I snarl narrowing my eyes at Dr. sparks as she sighs and shakes her head

"You are not fine Emily,your best friend just died you keep saying that but your not"she murmurs

"Yes my friend just died and yes it sucked and I was depressed for a while but now I'm fine"

"Then go to her grave and prove it"she states

"Why! Why is it so important to you that I go to that stupid grave can't you get it through your head that I'm fine without going there" i shout

She rubs her head and sighs defeatedly "Emily your no-"

"I'm.fine"

"You say that so much your starting to believe yourself"she mumbles "Emily your parents pay for you to come to me so you can get help and doing this is pointless if you don't conform"
"Your right it is POINTLESS!"

"Emily going to that grave is a stepping stone,your parents think-"
"My parents can't think anything nor do I want to hear what they actually have to say about this ordeal because they don't know what I'm going through"

"That bugs you doesn't it"
"What,that they don't care no I actually don't give a fuck what the do as long as they stay out of my life"

"Emily you can't speak-"
"Oh look at that the hours up guess we'll have to stop there" I snark

"Send your parents in please"

Proud of myself I walk out and glance at my parents who are too engrossed in there phones to notice I've walked out

I walk up to my mother and grab her phone out her hand
"He-"
"I don't care,she wants to see you two"I jerk my thumb over my shoulder and drop her phone in her hands again

As they get up I slump down into a chair and look around - I'm alone

I walk towards the door and put my ear against it to hear what they are saying

"- she's not agreeing to anything"

"Can't you force her or something" my mothers voice
"No that's not the point of the program"

"Well then why are we paying you" my father
Their voices go muffled again and then dr.sparks speaks
"I've had great success with this program before"

"I don't know,Emily would never agree to it"

Yes listen to him,he's probably right

"Yes but I mean if it will get her out of this state of depression then it worth a try" my mom says " I mean it's pathetic-yea her friend died.people die every day she needs to get over it now it's been 4 months"

Pathetic

Tears full my eyes and I fall back into the plastic chair nearest to the door.

Pathetic.Pathetic.Pathetic

Picking up my car keys I make my way to the door glad I brought my own car.
The front desk lady tried to stop me but I keep walking,through the doors out into the hot air.

My minds racing a million miles an hour I climb into the car and turn the ignition. Minutes later I'm flying down the highway no destination in mind

Pathetic

I am pathetic

Am I

My mind consumed with thoughts I turn into a familiar parking lot,I jump out slam my door shut and go inside

I order a chocolate macchiato and take a seat in a booth

Pathetic .pathetic .pathetic .pathetic .pathetic
The words swirl around in my head like a whirlwind

"NO!" I shout causing people to look at me but I don't care.

A song over the speaker brings my attention to the sound and I listen intently

🎶 I can't smile without you in front of me 🎶
🎶broken down and cried for days now🎶
🎶you were the light that I tried to fight but it didn't work🎶
🎶I love you I hate you I miss you🎶
🎶take these broken wings and learn to fly🎶

An idea pops into my mind and I pick up a pen and a tissue and start sketching some things on it.
I jot down I line from that song and search for my phone
I fumble with my keyboard and press a number mindlessly on my phone

It rings

Once

Twice

"Hello" jaces comforting voice questions

"You know a tattoo artist right?"

"Yes?why"

"Don't question just meet me at" I look around and search for a name "costa in 5"