Falling (Again/Together)[SLOW UPDATES]

Chapter Two

Chapter Two (Dylan)

This is good, it's a good idea, this will work… Oh who am I kidding, it will never work. Jamie will never write anything in her journal, and if she will, it won't be anything important. I swear, that girl has so many emotions bottled up inside of her, I don't understand how she's functioning. Can you imagine not talking to anyone about how you feel at the age of 17? It must be terrible, I remember all the emotions I had when I was 17, it was like you were on a rollercoaster you could never get off of, every second was a loop of emotions you couldn't control. I used to try and talk to her, but she shut me out and said she doesn’t want to talk to me about it, and that she has Dark and her other friends to talk to. I find that girl ridiculous, I mean, who calls themselves Dark?

Anyways, maybe I should start again. My name is Dylan Catherine Steele Miles, I am the mother of Jamie and Viola. But my life isn't what's important now, about that you can go and read my book. My god, look at what my promotional team did to me, I can't even function properly without thinking about promoting that stupid book. I never wanted life to be like this, I didn't even want to publish the book. But my husband, ex-husband, insisted. He thought it was too good to leave on my laptop, and I suppose he was right. It did get quite a lot of attention, but it caused for the opposite reaction in my home. My relationship with my eldest is crumbling apart, and my marriage is ending as well. I don't know if it's because of the book, or if it would've happened anyways, I guess we'll never know. All I can do is try to fix it, like I do at my job. I'm a doctor, I fix people, make them feel better, I do whatever it takes and usually it works. But I only take care of the physical part, not the emotional one, that's why I gently 'forced' Jamie into going to Dr. Jane with me, so that we will get better on an emotional level. Our relationship consists of mostly barely speaking or shouting, nothing in between. I think it's quite sad, the fact that we can't have a proper conversation without having an argument. I know that most mother-daughter relationships should be fun and filed with trust and understanding, baking cookies and sharing secrets, so why don't we have that? What have we done to get this way of interaction with one of the most important person in our lives? So you can say Dr. Jane is my only hope, she's the only one who can give our situation another last chance to get better. Because that's what I want, to get better, to be fixed, it's necessary. How and if she's going to succeed, I have no idea, but I will try my hardest and do whatever it takes, even if that means literally dragging Jamie to every appointment.

"Why are you here today?", Dr. Jane asked at our first session. She was a pretty woman, middle aged, wearing a black dress with matching heels and red glasses.

"Well,", I started to say but Jamie interrupted me by saying: "She dragged me here".

"Dragged? So I understand you did not want to attend this session?", she asked Jamie.

"No, no I did not", Jamie said while looking at me.

"Care to share the reason why?"

"No, not really", Jamie said and folded her arms and crossing her legs.

"Jamie Sky, that is not the way to speak to an adult", I said trying to show I can be a good mother, I always have that feeling that other people are judging my way of interacting and raising my children. Jamie just looked at me like always, with this blank look on her face, not one bit of emotion, like a robot.

"Well, why don't you explain it then for her, Mrs…", "Miss", I interrupted. I suppose that being rude runs in the family.

"I'm sorry, Miss Miles", she said wrong again. It's Steele Miles, but I didn't correct her.

"Well, I suppose my daughter and I need a bit of work when it comes to our relationship", I said.

"I see, and do you agree, Jamie?", Dr. Jane asked while writing something in her notebook. We were only 3 minutes in the room and already her notebook was filled with notes, probably saying: "Crazy mother with typical teenager can't communicate like normal human beings".