Chapter 1- Therapy
Avoid eye contact and short answers.
Those are the 2 simple rules to survive therapy without actually telling them about your 'feelings'. Would you tell someone about your feelings if they were being paid to?
'I'm not here for the money, I'm just here to make you feel better.'
Yeah, alright, I believe the entire BS your telling me.
What irks me most is that I have to be there for an hour. Me, refusing to tell them anything most of the time, me and my so called therapist, Mrs. Jacqell stare at eachother for 60 minutes.
What a wast right? But my brother and sister, Kankuro, Temari think it's good for me.
Is it because I'm what do you call it anti-social or I heard voices in my head, or I talk to myself occasionally or maybe all three.
I'll just go with the latter.
"Gaara...how have you been doing?" Jacquell asks me.
I blink before scowling at the 31 year old.
"Peachy..." I mumble. She nods her head and folds her hands in her lap.
"So how are your grades?"
What is she...my mother?
I snarle and turn my head towards the window. A playground shows little kids running around with smiling parents talking to one another.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I look down at my watch.
Finally I can go...
With out a word or glance, I walk out her office with a slam.
"How was your session?" My sister asks as we back out the parking lot.
"Hn." Is all I say before turning my head to look out the window.
Temari chuckles.
Trees, houses, bulidings, and people go by in a blur. Well until I hear a loud,
THUMP, SCREECH.
Everything happen fast, Temari was screaming, I was getting dizzy the last thing I saw before going unconscious is,
Raven eyes...
