Imagine [L.H]

11

LACEY'S POV:
Thinking back to what I just agreed to do was overwhelming; I'd possibly never be able to see Luke again.

There were about a dozen people I would see per day; twelve different beings, with twelve different problems.

One self harmed, another attempted suicide, and there was one particular boy I really wanted to meet.

The boy self harmed, attempted suicide, harmed a guard, was alone when they found him, and was apparently mute.

He was considered unfixable and would probably have to be dismissed, well, that's what the papers said.

Nobody's unfixable; some people just don't like opening up, therefore they keep to themselves and over think everything.

They didn't know his name, because he wouldn't talk to the ones who found him.
The top of the paper read Project A, which seemed a bit rude, he's not an animal, he's a human.

He was the first person I'd be seeing.
I had already read the book I was supposed to read; it just told me what to ask in particular situations and come up with a way to fix the main problems.

Why was I given this job?

How is a being who is not allowed to feel emotions supposed to help a person whose emotions got the best of them?

I was seeing him in exactly twenty minutes, I was nervous, to say the least.

I'd have to ask if i can wear something else, a therapist in a one piece, leather, suit isn't exactly professional.

To keep myself from dying of boredom i spun in my chair until everything was a blur
I always ask myself one question; what was the most interesting thing that happened today?

Well, Luke.

Luke.

Why did he have that girl's backpack?
I heard a knock at my door and i almost fell back.

"C-come in," i croaked out, picked up a notepad and pen and walking over to the leather sofas in the corner of the room.
The boy walked in.

His windswept hair was the color of the tan carpet, and eyes a greenish hazel.

His lips were set into a small frown, probably upset that he had to come here everyday, an hour of talking about feelings.

I motioned for him to come sit on the couch besides me.

I noticed he was holding a small notepad and pen when he sat down.

"Okay, so I'm um, Lacey," I said.

He looked a little older than me, maybe just by a year or two.

He nodded and stared at me with a blank face.
"You don't talk do you?" I asked him.

He shook his head and wrote something on the notepad he was carrying.

He turned it towards me, it read:
My name's Ashton Irwin

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Helloooo I apologize for not double updating yesterday.
Wattpad crashed on me while writing a chapter and completely deleted it.
I got pissed off with it so I didn't rewrite it until today.
Next chapter (which may be up later today for sure) will be the session and stuff so yeeeep.
Excuse any mistakes I made!
~xoxo~
Linda