AN: Hello lovely people! I have been having the urge to write a new story with a different theme, and after finishing the first chapter I decided to give it a go and publish it, so here it is. I know very well that this might be a bit too much for me, with having to write two stories at the same time, but despite that I still decided to take the plunge.

I hope you enjoy your reading!

Disclamer: This story may be a new one, but Skins still doesn't belong to me.


Do you know the first time you see a special person. You look at the beauty in front of you and your breath catch down your throat your throat, you even let a small sigh escape your lips. You think "I want to get to know more about this person, I want to talk to them and find out whom they are and what they do in their lives." But you usually end up not doing so because it would be weird and you would look like a creep if you suddenly approached that person and said "hi" to them out of nowhere.

Other times, you get lucky enough to having the opportunity of talking to them. Sometimes you don't need to greet them without any particular reason, because they end up doing it themselves.


NAOMI'S POV

"Miss Naomi Campbell?" I hear a voice calling who just entered the room, and of course I also get to hear small giggles and chatter from other people in this room as well. You would think that a bunch of adults would have the decency to not mock me just because I have the same name as an effing infamous celebrity.

"Yes. It's me." I say getting up and trying to ignore the dumbness around me. When I stand in front of my caller, I immediately stop on my heels as if I had frozen right at this moment. Next to her is a young girl and my god is she beautiful, I have to contain myself not to stare at her with my mouth open almost touching the ground. If you saw her you would understand what I'm saying; red silky hair resting on her shoulders, small inviting pink lips and a pair of amazing chocolate eyes who hold warmth deep inside of them.

"Well Emily, I'll see you next week alright?" The woman who called says to her.

"Yeah, see you then. Bye." The girl answers her and goes out the door.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Jane Wood. Pleasure to meet you." The older woman says, shaking my hand, "Shall we go inside then." And asks holding the door open and letting me in.

She leads me through a corridor and stops in front of another door, opening it and once again motioning for me to get in.

"You can sit down." She says pointing to the sofa while she sits in front on an armchair.

I do as she says and sit on the brown leather cushions, who are surprisingly comfortable.

She smiles at me and I give her a small smile back. The room falls into silence, but an excruciating one as my thoughts are running inside my head telling me either I ran away or say something. The first appeals to me more but I'm brought back to earth as I hear her speak.

"So Naomi, how are you feeling?" Dr. Jane asks me in a sweet voice.

I look at her like a deer caught in headlights, "I don't know… Normal I guess." I mumble shrugging my shoulders.

"I see. What does it mean, feeling normal?" She looks at me with an inquisitive look.

"I… I don't know. Good I guess?" I gulp hard, feeling the usual anxiety running through my veins.

"I'm not sure I believe you." She answers me, "There is a reason why you have decided to come here today."

"Yes, that's true." I nod averting my eyes from her.

"Well Naomi, usually when people come to me it's because they need help to deal with the things that are tormenting them." She continues to say, using the same soft voice.

I maintain my gaze away from hers finding it harder to control my anxiety and starting to feel my breathing get heavier.

"Why don't we start on the small things?" She suggests making me look at her with a scared look, "For instance, how old are you, whom do you live with? What do you like to do?"

Somehow her wanting to know more about me soothed me a bit.

"Ok, I'm 22. Oh, no… sorry. Just turned 23, still not used to the idea." I say earning a small chuckle from her.

"It's ok, go on." She encourages me and I do, "Ahm what else… I like being surrounded by nature, talking a long walk in a park or a garden."

I feel myself relax into the conversation and my speech gets more fluid, "I love reading and listening to music."

"What do you like to read? And listen to?"

"Oh I don't really have a favourite because I can like all kinds of style. Whether it be rock or classical, romance or horror. I like a bit of each kind." I say enthusiastically.

"That's good to know." She gives me a sincere smile, "Does it help you calm down when you're going through a moment of stress?"

"Yes, it really does. Although writing is the one thing that really helps me during the major rough times." I suffice after giving it a bit of thought.

"What do you usually write about?"

"Oh nothing much. Just what I'm feeling and the thoughts that I'm having at that moment."

"I'm glad you've found such a great strategy to deal with it."

"Thank you." I give her a genuine smile, "I've never been much good with talking, so since I've found out how to do it in writing, I sort of became addicted to it."

"There's nothing bad about that. I think it's a pretty healthy strategy." She reassures me, "Maybe someday you could show it to me."

If it had been any other person telling me that, I would told them to fuck off because I would immediately assume they were mocking me. But with her, it's different. She seems genuinely interested in me and what I do. Then again she is my therapist, so I guess she does have to be interested in what kind of a person I am.

"Yeah, sure." I would really like to actually, but it's probably gonna take a million years for me to do so.

"Well Naomi, since this is your first consultation with me, I should explain you how this works."

"Ok." I say a bit unsure. She nods and continues, "This will be a safe space for you. Since we have a confidentiality agreement everything we talk here will never leave those doors."

"Alright, sounds good to me." I say emitting a nervous laugh, "Mostly because I would never ever talk about this with anyone, so that's really not an issue."

"Good, I'm glad to know we agree on this. Although if you do feel the need to speak with someone about your appointments, you're free to do so. I'm the one who can never say a word about your process."

"I understand. But still I'll probably won't say anything about it as well."

"Ok, that's your call." She smiles kindly at me, "The other aspect that I want you to know is that we can schedule this the way you want it. Since we are at the beginning I think it's best if you come here every two weeks. During that time, if we see that you would benefit more in coming to an appointment more often, then we'll arrange it the best way we can to make it work."

"So does that mean that if I feel like I need to talk, for instance, on a day when I don't have a consultation, I can ask for one?"

"That's right, you can. But always consider the possibility that I may not be able to attend you right away."

"Hm, I see." I nod in agreement, "And I can talk about anything I want to?"

"Of course. Like I said, this is your space. Everything you feel the need to talk about, you do."

"Ok, thank you." I smile happily at her.

"Well Naomi, for your first day here I think we already talked about some important subjects, so if you're comfortable with it we should call it a day."

"Yes, sure." We get up and she goes to open the door, leading me outside, "Do you need me to accompany you to the exit?" She asks with concern.

"Oh no, no. It's fine, I know the way."

"Alright Naomi, I'll see you in two weeks then. Try and enjoy yourself until then!" She says smiling kindly.

"Thanks, I will! Goodbye." I say and go down the corridor and into the waiting room, getting out from the clinic.

Once I'm out I take a breath of relief feeling the cool air of the evening against my face. Well it wasn't so bad after all. At least I didn't feel like a nutcase, she made me feel… normal. Like I hadn't felt for a while lately, she was really nice.

I walk the blocks on my way home and feel a hint of happiness growing inside me as I remember the pretty girl I saw earlier. I hope I'll be able to see her again, at least it serves as an incentive to go to the consultations.

As I get home I don't even have dinner, I'm so tired from the effort of today that I land hard on my bed and fall asleep after only a few seconds. In my dreams the beautiful girl appears and I don't feel so lonely that night. Maybe this is finally my chance of feeling good.


AN: And that's a wrap! Any opinions leave a review, see you next time :)