"my mom died of cancer when i was 5" i told the psychiatrist tiredly, rubbing my eyes "dont you already know all of this?" i grumbled staring at her blankly. the psychiatrist who went my the name of Mary nodded "you have to understand we must go through this a lot josh..see... your not a normal teen.. you.." she drifted her dark green eyes from my light green ones "im what?" i murmured narrowing my eyes "your not fixable"All Rights Reserved