"Hello Zayn," My therapist greeted me cheerfully.
"Hello Mrs. Banerjee," I said cooly.
"So, how was this week?"
"It was fine. Normal," I lied, feeling the usual uncomfortable feeling I got around my therapist.
"How about your friends?" She asked me, looking as patient as ever.
"I don't know," I said, thumbing the peeling leather of the couch nervously. Mrs. Banerjee is my newest therapist. My last one quit unexpectedly, one that I had been seeing for a year and a half so this first meeting with a new person was pretty awkward.
"Please call me Ava, we're both adults here," She said after a period of silence. I nodded.
"So you're here because of..."
"Anger issues."
"When did they start?"
"Around two-three years ago."
"Why was that?"
"Um," I sighed, trying to think of what truly brought them on. "Well, I had a friend that meant a lot to me, and um- I lost them."
"Was it romantic?"
"On my side, yeah," I said, surprised by how fast she picked that up.
"Boy or girl?" She asked, jotting down notes.
"Why does that matter?" I snapped.
She looked up at me for only a second, "Fine, boy it is then."
"What about him makes you so defensive?"
"By Allah, Ava, I don't know!"
"I'm sorry, I know it's a lot of questions. Just trying to get into your head."
"You're doing a great job," I said sarcastically.
"When did you meet?"Relieved to hear the first simple question, I started thinking about when we met at school in year two...
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Obvious Truth, Oblivious Mind {ZIAM}
FanfictionDear Liam, I don't know why I'm writing this; you'll never read this, but my therapist said writing my emotions down might "clarify unresolved issues that have been haunting me" It's stupid, and I told her it was stupid, but I thought this one time...
