Another Run Away

social workers and stalking

"So Trin. How are you coping."

"Fine"

"Trin..." She sighs "I thought we made progress on this last week." she scribbles something in her book.

"Well guess again" I reply bluntly. I hate these so called "friendly meetings" with my social worker Samantha. She is your average stuck up newly married 32 year old. Trust me I've heard all about her, over and over and over again.

"Trinity" she snapped finally realising I was not listening.

"Mmm"

"Look.." she takes a big breath while flattening down her pencil skirt. "I think it would be better if I saw you twice a week starting from next and I'll give you a medical certificate and everything for school."

"Great, so I tell you I don't like being here then you tell me that I need to show up to this place even more." I reply sarcastically before packing up my books and waiting for the medical certificate to print out.

" I know you don't like what I have to say much, but I think you would benefit from making some friends and spending time in social situations..." she rambles and I try to calm my breath,"I just think that by forgiving yourself and making some friends you would recover much easily."

"Its Not That Easy" I deadpan taking a step back.

" That came out wrong I was meaning that -"

"No I don't need help I'm okay." I talk to myself more than anyone.

"Your scar tell me different, there must be a reason that your legal guardian, Luke, asked the school to let you out of classes once a week to go to this counselling." She implies nodding her head to my exposed forearm. I immediately feel self conscious and take a seat on the chair I was leaning on only a second ago.

"It was a while ago...." I trail off.

"Mhhh" she encourages me to talk while getting her notebook out and gets prepared to scribble down my darkest secret.

"I was fourteen and at a school I hated. My friends all hated me and I hated me too. I was already seeing a school shrink and every time I went there he made me feel worse." I took a deep breath," I was meant to see him once a week and that was the best and the worst time of my week because I could escape the student but I would have to face him telling me why I'm such a fuck up. He would tell me to stop thinking I deserved friends and to stop acting like a bitchy brat but I kept going because it was what I deserve. The next year I went back to school and things were different and I was happy for a few months but an issue happened." I sighed.

"Do you want to tell me what that issue is?" she asked.

"No, not at all."

"I hope you know you can tell me anything, I am sworn to secrecy unless there is a threat to you or anyone else, but none the less this is good we have made progress today, I will see you next week yeah?"

"Yeah okay, Bye. Not like I have a choice anyway" I whispered before walking out of her claustrophobic office and walking into the main room of the facility.

"Morning Marsha" I smiled at the platinum blonde lady behind the desk that I have known since I was little. She was my dad's work colleague when he was around.
"Morning Trin, how are you feeling?" she asked with  concern etched onto her face.
"I'm fine" I politely smiled back "anyone new coming in today?"
"Yeah we actually have a new client coming in today, here he is now."

I could vaguely see the man walking past the  tinted windows and towards the door. He stalled for a minute, took a step away from the door, then finally held his head low and put his hand on the handle and opened the door.

"Hello!" beamed Samantha straitening up her posture, "You must be Harold I take it, and this is your first time?."

"Yes." he replied to her

"Harry?" I jumped at the sudden realisation.

"Why? why me? Lord just make her stop stalking me." he muttered under his breath.