Author's note- Thinking of ending the story soon!! Sorry I haven't posted in so long! But enjoy and keep voting :)
Several months later, I seemed like a normal person. Many appointments were attended with our new counselor. But most of all, our questions were answered. Blake and I have taken life from a different view, a much brighter one. Each day we would come home with smiles on our faces. We would always dance around the house with joy. It was a change, but we both enjoyed it. Both of us knew our counselor was the reason we were always happy. It felt nice to talk out your problems with someone who wouldn't judge you.
It was weird though, I always felt close to her. I felt a connection from the beginning. After every appointment, I wanted to go, more often. It was almost an obsession to see her. We usually always talked about my father and how he was the main cause of this until today. Today we talked about my mother. She always tried to bring her up in our conversations. She always asks to know more about her.
Today, I went for my next session. I happily got in my car and drove there. In my head, I thought of things to talk about. But when I found myself there already, I practically ran toward the door and started up the stairs to her office door.
Her warm smile welcomed me, her arms wrapped around me in a hug. I sat down in my regular seat, excited for today's conversation. "Sophia," she said with her hands in her lap. "What do you wanna talk about today." I looked at her desk noticing no pictures or decoration. "Let's talk about you!" This got me excited. "Do you have any children?" I asked her. She swallowed, took a deep breath and answered. "Sophia..you are my child.." And that was the last thing I heard before everything turned black.
