How did this happen?

Prologue

How did it happen? How did we end up here? When did we grow up? Why am I here?

Do you think the universe

Fights for our souls to be together?

Some things are too strange

And strong to be coincidence.

I couldn't remember the last time I was outside on the day my family dragged me out. It used to be our thing, sitting outside, playing or talking or whatever. He loved the fresh air and when he was gone, I couldn't even look outside. It took three months for my mother to decide I needed therapy and so here we were, on our way to the most renowned therapist around our area.

"I think this will be a good thing. You will be very fine with Dr. Nighy, she is supposed to be very good. Angela's daughter visited her too." My mother went on to ramble about me having to go to therapy. In her world, a daughter with heavy depression that has to go to therapy just should not exist. I do not know how she got over it, how she could possibly be holding up.

The practice of Dr Nighy looked clean and immaculate. It almost disturbed me how spotless it was. The lady at the front desk directed me into a room with a wide window, that had a great view on a part of the city. One wall was covered with bookshelves that were filled with ridiculously thick book and there was a weird modern art painting on the other side. The doctor sat on his huge desk, in his huge chair and he looked like he was brooding over a file.

"Um, hello?" I cleared my throat to attract her attention.

She waved her hands for me to sit down. "You are Delilah?" She looked up and I nodded. "Good, I am Beth. Looks like you and I will be spending some time together." She smiled at me and I could just nod.

"So, Delilah, tell me why you are here?" It was clear to both of us that she already knew, but she wanted me to admit it.

"You know it. You know why I am here." She laughed at me.

"Yeah, but I want you to say it out loud. I want you to admit it." I sighed.

"I am here, because my father killed my brother, two of his friends and then himself. I am here because within a month, my loving father turned into a person I couldn't recognize and then he turned into a monster. I am here because everyone judges me and my family and everyone here seems to know what happened. I am here because I didn't come out of my room for three months. I am here because my mother thinks I need to be fixed back up. That's why I am here."