My therapist. ~irwin~

13. The last day of Therapy.

I drive towards the big building where dr. ashton holds his patients and helps them heal from the past. Parking my car, I pull out that diary I hated the most, I hope I will never have to write in it after.

~10th february.~

I sign out of therapy today, no more seeing Ashton for therapy. I've finally healed from the past and moving on with my life.

Ashton is my therapist, i dont stand a chance with him and theres no point of more therapy when i dont need it.

Luke seems like a nice person, maybe i have a future with him, or alone. It doesnt matter, all I know is that I dont need therapy any longer.

I probably should keep the next thing I'm about to write to myself but I need to get it off my chest.

Ashton, I'm in love with you, Have been for a while. I tried telling you and being something more than just your patient. I cant keep coming to therapy anymore, hopfuly you will understand as you do understand quite a lot.

Thank you for helping me these past two years, you have helped me a lot. Carry on doing what you do best because without you, many people wouldnt be here today.

Amelia.

I close the book and walk towards the building, the wind blowing hard makes me shiver. I walk towards the lift and press the button 5. Waiting seems forever when the 'ding' of the lift sounds and the doors open. Walking down the nice corridor, I reach Ashtons door and knock. Ashtons eyes fill with happiness and his smile makes my stomach flutter.

-''Lia , oh my god.'' He pulls me into a hug which confuses me a bit but I follow.

-''Are you okay?'' I ask pulling away.

-''I've been so worried about you, i tried to call you and everything.'' he says sitting down on the sofa where I normally sit. Plopping down gently next to him, I frown.

-''I was busy and forgot to call.'' I smile.

-''I haven't seen you in 2 weeks, are you sure you're okay? are you taking it easy with work? mot stressing out too much?'' he smiles frowning.

-''Ash.'' I smile putting my hand on his knee to try calm him. I've never seen him like this. -''I'm fine.'' I smile again but showing my teeth this time.

-'' Dont ever skip therapy because of work.'' he says. -''You had me worried, I almost called your mum but then I realized I didnt have her number and I did go to your house on Friday about quarter to five but I think you must have been at work and since I didn't know where you worked I couldn't go visit you, so at quarter past eight I showed up again and you weren't there and so I waited and waited for this day and I've been anxious to know if you where okay.'' I put my finger on his sleeps trying to stop him from talking.

-''I'm here now.'' I say. -''I've been busy with work, its not easy and I was at work and then on friday I went out...'' I say not telling the truth completely

-''Well, If you are okay and safe we can move on and start therapy he smiles putting his hand over mine and squizzing it gently. -''Now, let me get your book. Do you have your diary?'' he gets up looking at me while I nod searching for it in my bag.

-''Right here.'' I pull out the horrid thing.

-''Okay.'' he smiles sitting in his chair. -''May I have it?'' He asks.

I shake my head. -''Not yet.'' I say. -''At the end of therapy.''

he frowns but shakes it off smiling. -''Eating?'' he says.

-''Yep.'' I say popping the 'p'.

-''Sleeping well?'' He asks and I nod. -''Hows work?'' He asks next.

-''Its great, I hate my partner because she as no sense of style in decorating and decorates a room far too much making it look small and cramped. She stress's me out but I have other friends at work and they help me out distressing..'' I pause. -'' i just wish Jasmine wasnt my work partner.'' I smirk.

-''Indeed.'' he says. -''Have you been feeling depressed or sad lately or been crying?''

-''Absolutly not.'' I smile. -''I've been feeling happy. Happier than I've been in a long time.'' I look down at the diary.

-''Well good. Glad to hear.'' He smiles writting stuff down. -''Can I read your thoughts now?'' He asks looking at me.

I get up and walk over to him. -''I dont want you to read it now, read it when I'm gone.'' I say.

-''But then you wont be able to take it home with you.'' He frowns.

-'' I'll get a new one, its on its like last 2 pages anyway.'' I sigh.

-''But you dont want to take it with you? it has 2 years of memories and your deepest thoughts in here.'' He raises his brow looking at me suspiciously .

-''No.'' I say. -''Just dont peek or read until I leave.'' I check the tme on my watch. -''Which Is time for me to leave now.'' I sigh feeling nervous.

-''Yes.'' He nods getting up. -''I'll see you next week.''He smiles opening the door for me.

-''Goodbye Ashton.'' I smile at him one last time after walking out of this door.

-''See you next week, Lia.'' He says watching me leave. I wouldn't be so sure of that.

Getting into the lift and pressing the button 0, I wait for the usual 'ding' and exit. Walking up towards the secretary, giving me a warm smile.

-''What can I do for you, young one?'' she asks politely.

-''I'd like to stop going to therapy since I've had 2 years of therapy and it has done the bes and I'm all happy and done.'' I smile.

-''Your name is?'' She asks.

-''Amelia Pearson.'' I say watching her type my name in on the computer.

-''You just need to sign here and tick why you are no longer going to therapy.'' She passes me a pen.

I sign the on the bottom where it says signature and read the rest to tick.

-You believe you have over come for something you needed healing from.-

- You cant come to therapy anymore because you are too busy with other things.-

-Therapy is not helping you at all.-

-You dont think its needed.-

-Your therapsit doesnt help or advise you at all.-

I frown at what this is and mentally laugh ticking the first. -'' I'm done.'' I smile passing her both pen and papers.

-''Well your done and dusted.'' She says which makes me frown again. -''Have a nice day, bye.'' She says and I walk away.

Once I walk out of this building theres no coming back. I walk out the doors, a gust of wind hitting me in the face making me pull my coat together and zip it up. I walk to my car getting in while sighing. The engine is on and the hot air from the air conditioner fills the car.

I pull out my phone cheking the time for work and Shoving it back in my bag. I will miss that man who has made me stay alive for 2 long years after me not wanting to.

I pull out of my parking space and go to drive but my phone starts ringging. Please let it not be my boss.

I grab my phone, looking at the screen appears Ashtons name.