Lost:

Chapter 1:

Present Day:

"Let's start from the beginning," Dr. Abney says, pulling out her clipboard. She's been a psychologist for over 20 years now. She is the most profound doctor there is. Everybody recommends her. She seems to connect with the people she sees in ways nobody can comprehend. She deals with kids who are bipolar, kids who have anxiety and kids with depression. But her patient today is far different from anyone she's ever dealt with. The girl sitting across from her is wearing a ratty old dress. It's green and looks like somebody came and ripped it apart. Her hair looks greasy and it falls straight down the sides of her face. She wears old combat boots that look too big for her. She never makes eye contact with Dr. Abney, but something about her makes even Dr. Abney feel sorry for her.

The girl stays silent. She doesn't make a move and this worries the doctor.
"Eponine," Dr. Abney says lightly, "I'm only trying to help you. Your friends brought you here for a reason. They're very worried about you. I've handled these types of situations before. You can trust me." The girl snaps her head up and looks in Dr. Abney's eyes.

"I can't trust anyone," she answers. Her voice is raspy and low. Something Dr. Abney was not expecting.

"But you can. Look over at my desk," she points and Eponine's eyes follow her finger. "The sign there says 'Whatever is said in here stays in here.' I have a complete Doctor-Patient Confidentiality thing going on here. You can trust me," she says. Eponine looks back at her doctor and looks her up and down. Dr. Abney has short blonde hair. She wears a pink top and a short black pencil skirt. She's thin and obviously knows it. Eponine immediately envies her for that. Dr. Abney's glasses sit on her nose so she can read her clipboard. Eponine knows that whatever is written on that clipboard tells her everything that's wrong with her. Which is everything.

"I had it all," Eponine whispers.

"Excuse me?" Dr. Abney replies, swiping the glasses off her face.

"I had everything. My parents were rich, and I got everything I ever wanted. I had all the friends in the world and all the guys hung on my every word. I had absolutely everything."

"Well, what happened?" Dr. Abney says, quickly picking up the clipboard and her pen.

"I realized who I really am," she answers, sinking her head down.

"And who is that?" Dr. Abney asks, scribbling notes down onto the piece of paper that has Eponine's records on it.

"I'm a fraud. I'm nothing that everyone thought I was. Nobody really wants me around. They all just tolerate me because of my parents." She gets quiet again. Tears quickly fall from her face, but she doesn't bother to wipe them away. People have already seen her hit rock bottom. How much worse could anything get.

"You know, I used to be unstoppable. I used to be so confident in myself. I thought I was everything that was important to the world." She talks again. Dr. Abney looks up from her clipboard. Used to be? She thinks to herself.

"Can you tell me what happened to make you feel so…unconfident?" she asks, grabbing a box of tissues from her desk. She passes them to Eponine, who quickly takes them and sets them on the ground without taking one. Eponine picks her head up and chuckles a little. It's a sad, lonesome laugh.

"If you knew the half of it, you'd want to end it all, too."