Help me. (C.D)

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Current day: July 13, 2015

"Dear journal,
Today, mom signed me up for therapy. She thinks it might help. But I know it won't help.
I'm so scared for the future. Mom said I am only going to her for a few weeks before we move. I said yes to make her happy. The only thing I've been doing for awhile now."
As I closed my journal, I heard my mom call from down stairs.
"B, you almost ready?"
Today was my first session with the shrink.
"Yeah, be right there."
**I do talk about self harming, please don't read if you get triggerd. (Hope I used that right.)**
The reason I'm going to her is because, the divorce. Between my parents, I mean. And I used to cut. I've been clean for a year now. Mom just doesn't believe it. I don't blame her, She found me doing it once.
As I sat up from my chair I straightened out my outfit, and I left.
**skip car ride and signing in to the office.**
As we pulled up, it was extremely large, when we walked in, It smelled like a dentist office, it smelt very clean. If that makes any sense.
I sat down, while mom made conversation with Maria, the secretary.
"Blake?" A warm and comforting voice called.
"Yes?" I responded.
"Hi, I'm Lucy, your therapist."
She looked really young.
She was wearing a long dress, with a jean jacket for a cover up. Her red hair came to her shoulders.
"Hi." I whispered.
"Are you ready? Do you want your mom to come, or stay out here?"
I didn't want my mom to hear the details of everything. I didn't want her to think of me as a glass ball, where if she said the wrong thing I would break.
"Can my mom stay out here?"
"Of course she can. I'll go tell her, if you want you can get a head start and go into the room, you can?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Go down the hall all the way to the end, and it's the first door on the left." She said with a smile, and began walking over to were my mom was.
I to started walking, once I got into the room I analyzed it. It was a very bright room, the walls were a certain color of orange. She had kid drawings all over the room.
She also had a couch with some colorful throw pillows.
So I decided to sit there and wait.
She came in about 3 minutes later. When she walked in, she sat at a chair across from me.
"Alright, your mom will wait until we are finished, which is whenever you want to leave." She was a really nice lady. I'm starting to like her.
"Ok." Is all I said. If you haven't already noticed, I'm a very shy person. Anything with socializing, count me out.
"What would you like to talk about first? And please take your time, I don't want you to feel rushed."
"Alright, I guess we can talk about the divorce first?"
"Whenever you're ready Blake."
"The day was May 20. That's not when they actually had the divorce, but when they told me." I could feel the tears coming on.
"Wh-when I was little, I was kinda a brat. All my friends parents where divorced. My parents weren't at the time. So I would always say, 'my parents are never going to break apart. Their love is never ending.' You could say I lost a few of my friends." I said while chuckling a bit. A few tears where streaming down my face, while I was looking down.
"Blake, hey look at me."
I looked up.
"You don't ha-" I cut her off.
"I need to. I've been hiding all these emotions for so long, and now is my chance to let them all out."
"Alright, continue, please." She said while gesturing towards myself.
**skip talking about the divorce.**
After talking about my parents, I was bawling my heart out.
Now all I had to talk about was my self harming.
"Are you ready, hun?" She asked while handing me a tissue.
"Yes I'm ready."
"Remember, start when you're ready."
I took a big deep breathe, and let it out slowly. And I began talking.
"It started, when I was in 7th grade." I was cut off by Lucy.
"I'm going to ask you a question, is that alright?"
"Of course."
"Why did you start hurting yourself?" She asked calmly.
"I guess it was the only pain I could control at the time."
"Please, continue."
"I had been doing it for about two years. It was September 2 when my mom caught me." The crying quickly picked up again.
"A-at school the kids, they were just awful. Their nickname for my was, 'Freaky Blake.' I wiped away my tears.
"I guess I became nom to it. I stopped in junior year."
"And how are you doing now?"
"Can, umm we be done?" I asked while a few tears fell down my face.
"Of course, I'll see you next week Blake." She said while smiling and opening the door so I could leave.
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Hello! So I decided to have a chapter where she goes to therapy, so I just made it the whole chapter instead of half. Cameron will probably be introduced in the third chapter maybe? Idk yet. Anyway, hope you like the story so far, please I'd like to hear feed back, message me! And please vote!😘
-Kenn🎶