Hey, just a little warning, I added a little bit to the first chapter, so make sure you read that if you haven't already.
It had been a few days after I had moved into the Fubar family household. I didn't see Ymir or Krista ever since my first encounter with them. It was spring break after all, they were probably on vacation. For my spring break, all I had done was get ready to move, and now attempt to settle into this unnervingly large home. At my old school, spring break was last week. But in this new school district, spring break was a week later, so I had a two week break off from school. At least that was nice. Less people to deal with.
Yet today, I was leaving the house. To the shrink. It was decided that every Wednesday and Saturday I would be seeing this shrink. I shook my head at the thought. Since it was break, I would be seeing him in the morning. And so here I was, sitting in the car half awake since it was only eight in the morning. I wore my favorite cream coloured hoodie with dark blue jeans and black converse. My uncle was driving me in the rusty old pickup truck. I sat there silently, listening to my usual heavy metal music, until we reached the building. My uncle and I hopped off the truck. I stood in front of the building, a chilly breeze blowing my blonde side bangs in my face. It was a small building, in between a barber shop and jewelry store. The name of the place was called "Recon Corps Therapy". The brick walls looked ancient, and part of the letters on the sign were chipping off. The place looked really run down.
"I don't want to go in." I mumbled. "This place looks creepy." My uncle rolled my eyes.
"I know it looks a little run down, but the therapists here are excellent."
"I don't want to go in." I repeated. My uncle sighed.
"Annie, I don't care. You need to talk to someone. You're going in." He demanded, and opened the glass door. I had no choice, I had to go in.
In the building was relatively nice. There was some carpet, the kind of carper you see in the hallways in elementary schools. There were chairs that you would see at any doctor's office, and there was a receptionist desk, left of the entry way door. My uncle stood there, and talked to the receptionist. I sat on one of the chairs, the chair in the far back corner. I picked up a magazine and pretended to read it, I was staring blankly at some sluty model.
"Annie Leonhardt" A male voice called. I looked up from the magazine. An extremely tall man, as in taller than Bertholdt tall looked up from his clip board. My uncle looked at me, signaling me to go with this giant.
"I'll be back in an hour." My uncle loudly whispered toward me, as I was whisked away by this woman.
"Hi Annie," the man started as we walked down the hall. "I'm Mike Zacharius. Nice to meet you." I said nothing. I didn't need to talk to this man, there was no need to. He opened the door.
"You'll be seeing Dr. Erwin Smith for awhile." He said kindly. I looked away, and stepped in. A man with blonde under cut and thick bushy blonde eyebrows waited for me at the end of a rectangular table, with his left hand supporting his chin.
"Hello Miss Leonhardt." He said. "Have a seat." I pulled out the doctor's chair, and sat down. The room was a grey room. A window was behind Erwin Smith, the blinds were down, but I could see the bright sun rays seep through the cracks of the blinds.
"Well, let's get started. You're Annie Leonhardt, a former high school student from Karanese High School, yes?" I gave him a slow nod.
"So let's talk about what happened back there, you-"
"No." I cut him off. He looked at me curiously, raising one of his bushy eyebrows. I wasn't going to just talk about what happened there. Even some shrink would never understand what I did back there. I wasn't going to just spill everything I had concealed to some guy I just met less than five minutes ago. He would never understand my actions. No one would believe what I said anyway. He had all of the paperwork on what happened. The school and police had already destroyed anything that was good left in my reputation. And this stupid shrink could just think what it said in the papers.
"Fine. I can see that's not the right topic to talk about then. How about your... mother?" I looked up at the shrink, giving him a guard.
"My mother was raped and killed when I was six. That was almost ten years ago. She's been long gone, and frankly, I don't think we need to talk about her." I spat. Erwin Smith looked at me, his eyes looking at me questioningly.
"Miss Leonhardt," He started. I looked at the man straight in the eye.
"What." I murmured.
"Your mother, is definitely something we need to talk about. Your mother, isn't that where this all began?" I looked away. Was this man trying to interrogate me? My mother was something I didn't need to think about. It was a person I don't think about often, only when I am forced to. Ever since I had moved to my mother's hometown, a few days ago thoughts of my mother had crossed my mind more than it had in the past year. My mother was almost nonexistent to me. I had only managed to salvage one picture of her, one picture of our family, before my dad had taken all of our photos and burned them to ashes.
"Miss Leonhardt?" the shrink asked, penetrating my thoughts. I raised an eyebrow, giving the man some acknowledgement.
"Remember, you're here to talk about what's been going on in your mind. You can't stay quiet forever. What do you want to talk about?" Was this shrink being serious? I knew he was being paid to talk out my problems, but what if I don't want to talk about my "problems". They were just another part of my life that I kept to myself. No stranger needed to know what was going on with me.
"Fine then. I guess I'll be deciding then. About the incident involving Mina Carolina..." Memories instantly came back to me. Karanese High school. Empty corridors. Students bustling through the halls. Those kids. Mina. Her pigtails. Her warm smile. Before I knew what I was doing, I slammed my arms down on the table, and stood up.
"Miss Leonhardt!" The shrink called. I didn't care. I opened the stupid door and slammed it right behind me. That man had gone too far into my personal. Prying about my school life, my dead mother, and Mina Carolina. Didn't any of these people know that this was none of their business? He was paid to make me talk. It's a waste of time and money. Money and time my father didn't have for me, but clearly that Fubars did. They're wasting too much money and time on me. Nobody should be wasting money on someone like me. As these thoughts swirled through my mind, I bumped into someone, and they fell over.
"Ow" the person whimpered. I looked down at the person. A boy with long, blonde hair was on the floor. He wore a blue and grey plaid long sleeve with a white shirt underneath, black skinny jeans and light brown lace up boots.
"Sorry," I mumbled as he got up. The blonde brushed himself off. "Are you okay?" I quickly asked. The boy nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine. But, I'd like to ask you the same," he answered. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Of course I'm fine," I muttered. He looked at me, puzzled.
"Then... why are you crying?"
Sorry this chapter is over 1000 words shorter than the first, that first chapter was longer than my usual chapter lengths. Also, I know this was a quick update, don't expect this too much because I'll be busy from next week because track starts. Anyway, please review and bye!