Anonymous

therapy

“i don’t want to come here anymore”

places hands in her lap “excuse me”

“i don’t want to come to therapy”

tries to laugh softly “uhm, rory, that’s not how it works”

“then how does it work? because we both know this is a waste,”

“rory, you’ve always enjoyed this have you not?”

nods “but-”

“you need this until you’re better”

stands “but i’m never going to be” yells

stands “rory, please sit”

flops back down on the chair

“you’ve been coming here for a while rory, you’ve made improvement”

“but i’m never going to be one hundred percent better”

takes glasses off and pinches the bridge of her nose “it’s not a good idea”

“i’m always going to be like this” sighs “my moms’ dealt with it, i can too”

“aurora, it’s not---”

“it’s what i want,”

sighs

“i can’t keep coming here, i worry too much about what i’m doing wrong, all everyone does here is point out the wrong, i worry and then i fear,” pauses “you know you can’t fix me,”

“because you’re not trying rory”

“i am trying!” yells, tears forming on the slits of her eyes “but i’m done trying for you, for my mom, ryker, ella, anonymous.”

“anonymous?”

“besides the point!” stands and wipes eyes “i’m going to do what i think is best for me and this isn’t it”