Best friends and true love are forever right?
Hahahaha, yeah right.
Nothing is forever...
"You used to love me, remember?"
He laughed darkly without any trace of humor.
"Shut up borderline and go to therapy," He commanded.
"Don't call me that! And I am going! And I'm going to tell my therapist all about you."
He scoffed and smirked, looking arrogantly superior as usual. "Why would you waste time talking about me? I'm still here. You should talk about him," He said in a drawling voice.
Silence.
"I told you to never bring him up ever again."
He laughed, smirking. "Go away," He said.
"I'm going asshole, don't worry. But you'll miss me when I'm gone."
"Is that what you think about him? You think he misses you? I doubt it sweetheart, if he missed you he would have came back months ago," He said.
Silence again. Silence filled with meaning. She walked away, and his smirk followed her out the door, haunting her like always.
"So how are you feeling today, Leann?" The therapist asked.
Dr. Gray was a small woman with dark wavy brown hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She wore black square glasses and a serious expression on her face.
"Its just like any other day, Dr. Gray," Leann replied.
Leann was a very pretty girl, but everything about her was dead. Her voice. Her expression. She was like an empty vessel, waiting to expire. Occasionally, emotion would flicker across her pretty face like it once did. But usually she was blank, repressed and empty. It was truly a shame, because with her long curly blond hair and bright green eyes she was quite an attractive girl.
Dr. Gray leaned back into her chair, crossing her legs. Her soft brown eyes stared intently at Leann, sizing her up. "Tell me about what happened," Dr. Gray said.
Leann shrugged, looking out the window. "I got into a fight with my best friend today," She said in a dead voice, "but that's nothing new. He's always such a dick."
Dr. Gray looked at her. "Well, that must be important to you, otherwise you wouldn't have brought it up," The therapist said.
Leann sighed. "I just feel like...like everything I have is slipping away from me. I feel like I'm loosing everything," Leann said.
"What sort of things do you feel like you're loosing Leann?" Dr. Gray asked.
Leann looked out the window again, her green eyes staring out at nothing in particular. "Everything that I haven't already lost, which isn't much," Leann said hollowly. She then added quietly, "I already lost it all."
The doctor didn't hear that last part.
"Can you give me an example please? Something specific that you fear loosing?" Dr. Gray asked.
"My best friend, Drake. Is that specific enough for you?" Leann snapped, an edge in her voice. "I feel like he's drifting away from me and one day I'm going to wake up and he'll be gone," She said sadly.
The therapist nodded. "You know Leann, fear of abandonment is a strong symptom of Borderline Personality Disorder," Dr. Gray said.
Leann rolled her eyes, tossing her blond hair over her shoulder. "Mm-hm. You told me before that I have Borderline, but that doesn't mean my fears aren't real," Leann said.
"I'm not trying to downplay your fears Leann, I'm simply trying to help you better understand your condition. Borderline Personality Disorder needs to be understood fully in order to deal with it properly. I'm only trying to help you," Dr. Gray said.
Leann rolled her eyes again. "You can't help me Dr. Gray. Therapy? It doesn't work. This is pointless," Leann said.
"I can only help you if you let me in Leann. But you haven't. I can't help you if you continue to shut me out. I need to know your story in order to help you," Dr. Gray said.
Leann crossed her arms, hugging herself tightly. "Don't take it personal, I don't let anyone in," Leann replied.
"Well, let's try to keep this conversation casual and light. Tell me about your best friend. You said his name is Drake?" Dr. Gray asked.
Leann nodded. "Yeah. Drake is like my older brother. We found each other one day years ago and he started talking to me. We've been together ever since. I don't know what I would do without him," Leann said.
"Tell me more about him," Dr. Gray urged.
"Well, he's a couple years older then me. He's a real asshole sometimes, but I love him anyways. He says the meanest things, but I know that he's only trying to help, in his own way. He's always treated me like his little sister. He used to take care of me," Leann said.
"You say that he 'used' to take care of you. Meaning that you feel like he doesn't take care of you anymore?" Dr. Gray asked.
"He doesn't," Leann said simply, "he's drifting away from me."
"Can you explain why you feel this way?" Dr. Gray asked.
Leann shook her head, wrapping her arms tighter around herself.
Dr. Gray scribbled something down on her note-pad. Then she looked up at Leann.
"Well, we're just about out time for today's session. But before you go, I want you to ask something from you," Dr. Gray said.
Leann tilted her head sideways. "What?" Leann asked.
"I want you to go home and write for me. I want you to write your story down for me," Dr. Gray said.
"My story?" Leann asked.
"Yes. Everyone has a story Leann, and I want to know yours. Just go home and write whatever comes to mind. Write down the thing that haunts your mind the most. Writing may prove to be an easier outlet for you then talking to me directly," Dr. Gray said.
Leann bit her lip. "Well...alright, I'll try," She said.
"Good. Have a good day, Leann," Dr. Gray said.
"Goodbye Dr. Gray," Leann said.
She got to her feet, tossing her curly blond hair out of her bright green eyes. She smiled a tiny smile at the therapist, then walked out of the door.
It was quiet when Leann got home. Quiet and dark. Drake obviously wasn't home. That was good, Leann needed the solitude if she was going to attempt to write her story. Her story. Damn, this was going to be hard. She still didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to remember anything about...him. It hurt too much to think about him, even if the only memories she had of him were good memories.
She strolled into the kitchen and up to the fridge. She slowly opened the door and peered inside, hoping to find a nice bottle of Michelob tucked safely inside the fridge. There was. It was the last bottle, way in the back, hiding behind the milk. She happily grabbed the bottle of beer and ripped the cap off. Most girls hated beer, but Leann loved it. The first drink was cool and refreshing and calmed her down slightly.
She took her beer over to the kitchen table along with a notebook and a black ball point pen. She sighed and sat down. Where to begin? She took another gulp of beer, closing her eyes as she thought back not too long ago. Back to the beginning. Back to when she first met him...