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Chapter One-Therapy

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One

The door swung open and immediately, I sat up straight. An older woman in her mid-thirties walked out while holding her daughter’s hand who looked just like her. Her daughter was rambling on about some toy she wanted from Target, and her mother was scolding her, telling her that she already had enough toys at home. I couldn’t help but to snicker at this and I listened to the woman’s heels click all the way down the stairs until she was out the door. I hear another set of heels shuffling around inside the room the two just left—it must have been Lorelai, my therapist.

Back in November, my father saw the cuts on my arm, and he was outraged. A couple weeks later, both my parents decide to have a “talk” with me about all of it. During that talk, they told me that I would begin seeing a counselor to help with my problems.

My father told me that I was scarred for life.

It truly was one of the scariest days ever. I didn’t want to have to experience all of that again. Not again.

The clicking of the heels came closer and closer until I saw an arm extend and hold onto the door, opening it wider. Soon, a lean, slender body emerged. I looked up to see Lorelai standing inside the doorframe. She wore a black skirt and beige shirt today along with pointed black heels—the usual. She smiled at me with her cupid shaped lips.  Her grey eyes flickered over at me and I watched her dirty blonde hair fall just a little below her collarbone. She sidestepped so I could walk in.

“Hey there! How’re you today?” she asked as I walked in. I told her the same answer I always said.

“Good,” I stated nonchalantly. She smiled and closed the door as I sat down on the dark grey rectangular couch. I crossed my legs, uncrossed them, the re-crossed them again, trying to get comfortable. She sat down in her little single seater couch that was the same material as the couch I was on. In between us was a black coffee table with a box of tissues laid upon it. The box was almost empty. She must have had a lot of patients that cried in here. Luckily, I wasn’t one of them.

Lorelai crossed her legs and set my file on her lap, clicking her ballpoint pen, ready to start. I stared at what was in the frames on the wall across from me. Two of them were degrees to the colleges she went to and one was her license stating that she really was a therapist. From the distance here, I couldn’t tell what the last piece of framed paper was. This is what I always stared at. I don’t know why. Even my first day here, I tended to stare at the framed papers a lot.

“So how was your day?” she asked, calm, tranquil. I flickered my gaze over at her. I rolled my shoulders for a moment.

“Uhm… Good I suppose. Nothing bad has really happened so I’m okay,” I gave her a thumb up, assuring her that I was “fine”. I faked a smile and she nodded slowly, arm propped up against the armrest, chin resting on her knuckles.

“How have your two weeks been since we last met? Have you had any thoughts?”

“Well… what exactly do you mean by thoughts?” My eyebrow quirked and I wrinkled my nose a bit. “As in the bad ones? Or the good ones?”

“Well, which ones have you been experiencing the most is the most probable question here,” she answered, tucking a strand of her straw colored hair behind her ear. I noticed her complexion as I’m analyzing her answer. She’s not fair skinned, but rather she’s well-tanned.