FIRST SESSION
My dad picked me up at the dance. He didn't say a thing, the car was silent. I know he wanted to ask, but what could I say? That the school thought I was a whore? That I'm too chicken to face my own problems? No. So nothing was said on the ride home.
Nothing was said for a few days. And then my dad told me they found a therapist. I wasn't sure how to act, so I didn't.
The car was silent as my mom drove me to the therapist's office. This was the first session, but I wasn't nervous. I would have been, but my stomach didn't tighten, my heart didn't feel like it was going to beat out of my chest. I felt calm. It was unsettling.
Mom: "I'll be back in an hour to pick you up."
She drove off the minute I got out of the car. Supposedly I was supposed to check in then wait for the doctor to be ready.
When I was finally called in I got to sit on a comfy couch. I didn't have to lay back like they did in the movies, but that would have been cool. Instead I sat there and stared at the therapist.
She was plump with a rosy smile. Not intimidating at all. So I didn't look away from her assessing gaze.
Therapist: "Hello Freya, I'm Dr. Braine, but you can call me Lizzie."
She stuck out her hand to shake.
I didn't want to shake her hand or call her Lizzie.
When she realized I wasn't going to offer my hand she pulled her's back.
Therapist: "Oh, well then. How has your day been?"
Me: " . . ."
Therapist: "That's okay, if you'd rather not talk about it."
Me: " . . ."
My mom picked me up an hour later. She attempted small talk, tried to get me to tell her how the session went. I ignored her and turned away. There was nothing to tell. The therapist talked and I stared her down. We did this for an hour.
She tried a few approaches. First she tried to get me tell her about myself. That didn't happen. She then started talking about random things, as if trying to get a reaction from me. She even went as far to start telling me about her life. But nothing made me open up to her and nothing will.
Somehow I have a feeling this will end just like my tutoring.
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SUPPRESSION •Complete•
Novela Juvenil"This would be a better story if I were dead." -Freya Sinclair ••• Suppression was never the key, that doesn't mean we didn't try to shove into the lock. @2014 all rights reserved Story is completed and is in the process of editing and then the chap...
