"Well, come on now." the therapist says, speaking to me like I am a untrained puppy.
I glare at her.
She doesn't loose her smile, but annoyance flashes in her eyes.
I annoy her.
Good.
I cross my arms over my chest, signifying that I am not going to move.
"Molly, come now." My Aunt says.
What's with people treating me like a puppy?!
I'm still a human being.
Rolling my eyes, I reluctantly stand and storm into the room.
I hear my Aunt Kara apologizing.
The blonde peppy woman walks into the room, shutting the door.
I look towards the door, wondering why my Aunt isn't in the room with us.
"It's a private session." she explains.
I sigh over dramatically and sink back into the chair.
"So Molly, how are you?" She asks me.
I raise my eyebrow at her.
Yeah, I can raise one eyebrow.
"Well, I'm Ms. Katherine." She says.
I nod my head.
She hands me a white board, marker, and eraser.
I stare at the items in my hands.
"Since you don't talk, you can write for me." Ms. Katherine says.
I can tell that she is not asking me to write.
She is telling me that I am going to write.
But I'm not.
No way.
I'm not going to communicate in any way, shape, or form.
Ever.
Because of it.
YOU ARE READING
49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
