Adolescents of 5th Avenue

Chapter 2: Sebastian

"Hello there...Mr...Haysworth, correct?"

I nodded...cautiously stepping inside the office. I turned around to see if my cheerful company was still behind me. Thankfully, she wasn't. I inhaled through my nose and met the man's eyes again.

What i saw definitely left me flustered. But not in the way you were thinking. This guy was no Mr. Grey. I scoffed. He was neither a Santa Claus look alike though. His eyes did not twinkle. Nor did he search my eyes for lust.(Not that i was hoping this)

He looked like a dad. That was the best way to put it. But like a soccer dad. One that carries a fanny pack and is the one to hold the diaper bag for his child and owns a minivan. I rolled my eyes, but didn't leave the room. I would try to give this guy a chance, since i knew that help could come in all different shapes and sizes.

At least he wasnt wearing his fanny pack. Yet. He looked at me expectantly, glancing towards the couch. Oh. I shuffled over to the ripped up leather couch. I hesitated, and a sense of fear washed over me.

"Okay lets start this session, shall we? So your name is Sebastian, and you probably already know my name right?" I nodded.

"Great! Thats really fantastic. So tell me a little about yourself Seb. Is it alright if i call you Seb?" he asked, just as nervous as me.

"Yeah i guess." i mumbled back. No one had ever called me Seb, and it sounded pretty fucking stupid, but whatever. I stayed quiet as he took a brown notebook out of a desk drawer. He scratched a pencil at it for a few moments as I was busy, occupied with my thoughts.

"So Seb, your mother and father have acknowledged to me that they are concerned about you. Plain and simple. They think i can give you some good old crazy pills and they can be off on their way. But I've seen way too many doctors do that, and honestly, it would cost your family a lot less to pay me then to pay for what happens after you take one too many of those pills." He looked at me seriously. "But I also understand that wealth is not an issue in your family..."

I looked into his gaze, and then i decided.

"Look, kid. Ya gotta trust me. It might be really hard, but you have to let someone in once and a while...."

"Okay."

"So....?" he asked questionably.

I breathed a slow breath in through my nostrils.

"To start, Mr. Alderson, I'd like to apologize for dismissing you so rudely when i arrived. I realize that your intentions are only to help me. The truth is that I suffer from depression; lately, it has been affecting my work so I have to find a therapist that will take me. I suffer from dysthymia, a daily "mild" depression, effectively killing my self-esteem and motivational efforts. It's more than likely that I'll be diagnosed with major depression today due to some other symptoms. My professors and headmaster may have noticed it in the quality of my work or my lack of class participation. It makes it extremely hard to do anything in some classes and I am unable to do homework until I can gather the motivation to, which usually occurs never or late in the night. My work ethic is plummeting but I am not asking you to be lenient. I try my best everyday and if that means I have to try many times harder than others, well, I don't really have a choice. I try to shroud these feelings but it seems your eyes are more than just keen. I would appreciate if you wouldn't treat me any different than how you already do. Also, I would like if this stayed between us as well. I just want to be the same healthy person as everyone else. I will conclude by again apologizing for my lack of efforts at my arrival today."

I hung my head while giving this speech, and when i finished i could feel his gaze burning a hole into me. I looked up, he smiled, and said very nonchalantly,

"Well that wraps up our first session."