Hejla Seier, daughter of Turid Seier and sister of Magne and Laurits Seier. Returning to the city where their father had perished was not necessarily the definition of happiness for Helja. Even less when she begins to realize that this city is much...
"I like being alone... at least I convinced myself I'm better off that way."
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"Helja?" Called the man with a salt and pepper beard as he carefully observed the blonde standing back to him in front of one of the windows in his office. She hadn't moved from this place since her arrival. Or even say a word. She just watched the outside world in an almost oppressive silence for the therapist."You know you're supposed to talk to me, right? I'm here to listen to you."
"I have nothing to say to you." Helja replied placidly without even bothering to look at him.
Honestly, she didn't even understand why their mother had forced her to go see him. She was doing very well. She didn't need to speak with an incompetent to find out what she already knew. She was a mercurial unsocial who fled from coming together with others like the plague.
"We don't have to talk about Isolde if it's too hard for you." Sindre suggested in a new attempt to make her open up to him."Why don't you tell me about your integration into high school? Have you made friends?"
"Yeah. And she died."
A new silence settled between them as Sindre looked at the back of the blonde before clearing his throat in discomfort. Helja could easily hear the scratching of the tip of his pencil as he took notes probably relating to her lack of communication.
"That's true. Isolde is dead." Sindre conceded forcing Helja to cast a wary look over her shoulder."And how does that make you feel?"
She gauged the man for a moment before letting out a sigh as she turned to go back to the empty seat by his side. She sat before his watchful eyes before giving him a dull look."What do you want to hear? Do you want to hear that her death makes me want to open my veins? Or maybe I suddenly developed the urge to burn the neighbor's cat? Yeah, that's not bad, right? A new case of psychopath in Edda. It would be a good boost for your career, right?"
Obviously, Sindre's gaze deteriorated a little more in horror at each of her morbid proposals. However, he wasted no time in showing a scowl as he realized that she was just making fun of him.
He crossed his arms over his chest, completely forgetting his notebook before giving her a careful look."Do you often have these kind of dark thoughts?"
"My favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe." Helja said with a flat look at the visibly overwhelmed man. She gave him one last look with attitude before standing up abruptly at the sound of the bell announcing the end of the period.
She couldn't believe she had missed a class to attend this stupid therapy. She retrieved her bag dragging against the foot of the chair on which she was sitting before putting a strap on her shoulder while giving a last look at Sindre.
"It was very instructive. I feel much better. A true miracle worker."
She gave a sarcastic smile to her therapist before losing it almost immediately as she hastened to leave this damned office. She crossed the corridor leading to the nearest staircase before hitting the steps. She still had to retrieve her textbooks for the next lesson.
