Never Be Alone {A.K x Reader x B.S. Fanfic}

Chapter 2: Lack Of

"So did anything trigger when you saw her?" Doctor Candy asked. I shook my head no for the 5th time she's asked that question. Doctor Candy was a great therapist, don't get me wrong but some of her methods confuse me. Like when she introduced herself. I don't remember it so she told me to call her whatever I was comfortable with. I decided to call her Doctor Candy because she reminds me of candy. Sweet. "Obviously something triggered something inside of you Y/N. You're deep in thought." I shrugged my shoulders, not even bothering to write on the board. What was the point? Repeating myself. Saying something stupid.

I don't know who Anna was. There was no point in saying anything else more about her. But I know how Doctor Candy is. She likes to know every single detail, small or big. Yet for this type of situation she's not getting anything more from me, till I can figure it out. Surely, she knows who it is considering she has to verify who comes and sees me. And considering I haven't had anybody but Anna, that's got to say something. Right?

"Okay, why don't you sleep on it? We can pick this up tomorrow okay?" I slowly nod my head up and down as she stands, I slowly follow. She calls out for Wolf who immediately opens the door. I turn on my heels, shakily holding out the whiteboard and marker. He takes it into his hands and that's the first time I noticed a scar across his palm. My Y/E/C eyes lingered on it for what felt like forever before his hands dropped, taking the board down with him. I teared my eyes away and followed behind him as we made our way back to my room.

On the way I saw Cherry being brought back to her room with her face filled with tears. I stare a while, watching one of the random workers help her back to her room. Her arm wrapped around Cherry's. I watched, Cherry's brown eyes staying on the ground. It intrigued me how in a group she could talk up a storm. Never show emotion like this. She's always bubbly or outgoing, but now that there's no one around, she's showing who she really is, why she's in here.

"Alright missy, we're back to your room," Wolf spoke, stopped and leaning up against the door frame. I walk in a bit, turning around and holding out my hand. For a moment he's silent till he finally lifts up his hand. That same scar appeared, as I took the whiteboard and marker. I take the cap off quickly and write as best I could standing. When I finish I turn it around, showing the mixed colored man.

Where'd you get that scar on your palm?

For a moment it's quiet. It kind of worried me. Usually when it came to me and Wolf, he did all the talking. He would tell me all the drama of the workers here and sometimes tell me stories about his family. It was nice hearing them. Sometimes, depending on my mood, they could be funny, happy, or sad. Sometimes all three or just two feelings. But in this moment, he's been the quietest I've ever seen him. That is until he steps forward and gently pushes the board down. I follow it with my eyes, till it's out of my hands and Wolf is walking to my desk. I turn on my heels, tilting my head as he walks back over to me, taking a hold of my hand and guiding me over to the bed. I sat down, but not in the spot Anna had sat. For some reason it was as if she was still there. And I wanted her to be.

"You know you're the first person that I've helped to ask about my scar," Wolf spoke, taking a seat on the chair, backwards. I kept my eyes on the ground in front of him, waiting for him to speak again. "But since you asked I'll tell you...It happened about a year and a half ago. I was helping this girl. She had a breakdown and was tossing and throwing things. I got close enough that I could wrap my arms around her to help calm her down. You've seen me do it. Heck I did it to you the third day you were here." I nodded my head slowly, remembering him taking me into his arms. It was a blurry memory, but I remember that moment.

"Anyways, when I went to wrap my arms around her she took a piece of glass and stuck it in my hand. That's when more people came in. It was not a good time and she needed help...We tried to help her too." He stopped talking, seeming as if he was finished. I bit my bottom lip gently confused at his comment. We tried to help her too. I wanted to ask him about it, but I realized the whiteboard was behind him, placed on the desk. I had little motivation to get up and get it, so I stayed where I was, looking down at my hands. My fingers messed with one another in my lap.