Once Upon A Storm (Billionaire Boys Club 1)

Chapter 1

"Are you sure, miss Muller?" my psychiatrist repeated.

"Yes, there's no other way. I'm not ready to broadcast my condition to everyone," I smiled.

"If that's the case, you need to sign these papers indicating that you agreed to not receive medical help," she handed me a paper. She's actually a good doctor. It's just that I'm really stubborn.

"I'll write you prescriptions. Antidepressants," she said. After handing me the doctor's note. She pulled out her drawer and rummaged through the papers. "Here," she handed me a calling card. I looked at it and saw contact details of a social group.

"Thanks, doc."

I stood up, ready to leave when she called me. "Phoebe," I looked at her and put on a small smile. I want to assure her that I'm fine. Because I am. I'm fine. It's my life that's in chaos.

"You know you can always get help, right?"

"Yes, that's what I'm trying to do at this moment," I replied. It's true.

"Doc, I appreciate your concern but—" I looked at her intently. "I am really fine. This will end," I told her.

"They all say that, Phoebe. I know you're not fine. You can be not fine. You are not a robot. You're human," she said. She's not just really a psychiatrist to me. She's more of a therapist.

"We've had this talk. I am fine," I giggled because she just wouldn't drop.

I am not a mentally-challenged person. I just can't find the reason to live for the past few months. My mom's got cancer and she's worsening. My dad's nowhere to be found. My sister? Well, she's fine. She's an architect and lives her life fully. I wish I could, too.

"Your life maybe in mayhem right now, but you should not put it all in your shoulders. Your life is getting better—" she said and held my hand but I cut her off.

"Yeah, except the fact that I think my boyfriend's kind of cheating and I absolutely have no friends because apparently It's unlucky I got a good face that everyone who tries to go around me is either trying to crawl inside my pants or hates me because I attract attention. Yeah, my life is definitely improving," I said but then I immediately regretted it.

"Look, I'm sorry. But I just want to be sad. If you're worried, I'll take the antidepps but I really can't go to a hospital," I bargained. She heaved a sigh. I understand her. She's my mom's friend and she can't even tell her I'm sick. I'm 21 and of legal age and we have this so-called doctor-patient non-disclosure thing.

I signed the paper and looked at her. "What do you suggest I do?"

"If you can, go socialize! But, only if you're comfortable," she said and then I nodded my head. Silenced enveloped us.

After a few seconds she spoke again, "You know Roxy's... not in a good condition, right?" she said pertaining to my mom. I nodded and bit my lip.

"That's why I don't want anyone to know about this. I can handle myself," I said.

We talked more a few more good minutes and I decided to leave.

As soon as I closed the door. I inhaled deeply and exhaled afterwards. "Ha!" I said to relieve the tension in my neck and I shook my hands. I looked up to prevent my tears from falling down. No, I'm not fine.

I walked farther from the office and sat on a chair in the hospital just near the ICU. My feet feel like surrendering.

My phone beeped. A text.