Beca pulled away from the hug looked in Chloe's ice blue eyes. "You ready for group therapy?" She asked gently. She tried to be cool, but Chloe's eyes were gorgeous. She couldn't stop staring. "Your eyes are gorgeous by the way," she quickly added before mentally punching herself in the face for saying something so dumb.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Chloe replied sarcastically before getting lost in her thoughts about how much she hated this place. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she realized Beca had complimented her eyes. "Thanks so much, yours are gorgeous too. I love midnight blue." She smiled back at Beca and thought about how much she would love to spend the rest of her life with this girl. It finally hit her, she was in love with Beca Mitchell. But she was quickly snapped out of her thoughts when she glanced at the clock. "Oh shit, we're gonna be late."
"It's alright, I'll tell her I was late picking you up," Beca said with a light laugh. "Honestly though I'm late for things all the time so don't be surprised if I'm late a lot." She smiled at the blonde who had a huge smile on her face.
"It's ok," Chloe said with a smile before following Beca out of the room. "Have you ever been to a group therapy session before?"
"Nope, I somehow managed to avoid it when I was here a few years ago. What's it like?" Beca asked.
"It's horribly awkward, no one wants to say anything so we all just sit there in silence and stare at each other. The individual therapists try to get us to talk a little bit, but that's pretty much it."
"Oh god, it sounds awful," Beca said with a laugh. "I think you'll be fine. It's only an hour and then we can just talk separately."
Chloe nodded as she opened the door to the room and sat down in a chair next to Beca. "Ugh it's so quiet in here," she whispered. Beca cracked a smile at the blonde.
"I hate it too, it'll only be for a few more minutes." Beca rubbed Chloe's arm and smiled up at her. "You're so strong Chlo, I promise you'll be ok. Just try to open up and talk to them, I bet it will help you."
"No it won't, they'll just keep saying the same things over and over again and then give me more meds. You're the only person who I can talk to that actually listens."
"Aww Chlo, you're so sweet. I appreciate that. It's actually the reason I wanted to become a psychiatrist, because people said I was such a good listener." She gave a small smile to Chloe after she finished talking and Chloe smiled back.
"That's so cool Beca!" Chloe said excitedly, but her smile turned to s frown when she saw the group therapy leader walked in. "Ready for hell?" She whispered to Beca.
Beca giggled quietly before replying. "Oh it'll be fine."
"Hello everyone! How are you guys?" The woman said. Dead silence. "Sooo...how has individual therapy gone?" More silence.
"Chlo, you wanna say something?" Beca gently coaxed. The silence was killing her.
"It's been going well," Chloe finally spoke up. "Beca has been really supportive and such a good listener."
"That's good. Anyone else?" The lady asked. She once again got no response. "So Chloe, tell me some things you've learned while you've been here?"
"Well I've learned that hospital food sucks," she said with a smirk, thinking of how Beca had told her about how bad the eggs were but she had eaten them anyway.
"That's funny," the lady scoffed. "What else?"
"That's about it," Chloe replied awkwardly.
"Well seeing as you all aren't saying anything, just go ahead and proceed with your individual therapy sessions." The woman said, slightly aggravated.
Everyone nodded and got up to leave, and Chloe followed Beca to her office. "You have the cutest office, I love it," Chloe said.
"Aww thanks, I tried to doll it up a bit. There's not really much you can do with a grey walled room. I asked if I could paint it but they said no, so I resorted to buying artwork and cute furniture." Beca smiled as she sat down on the couch. "So, group therapy kinda sucked."
"Yeah well I would've said more but I don't really like opening up to a bunch of strangers who aren't mentally stable," Chloe said with a sarcastic sigh as she sat down on a chair across from the couch.
"Well I can promise you I'm mentally stable, whether you want to open up to me or not." Beca gave Chloe a small smile, hoping she would open up a little bit more.
"I guess I can talk to you," Chloe said with a smile. "I mean I've only known you for about 3 days but you're the nicest person I've ever met and you actually want to help me sooo..." She looked up at Beca before continuing. "What I actually wanted to say was that the only goddamn thing I've actually learned here is your family and especially your little sister will not visit you even if you ask her constantly. Even though when she got her appendix out, I was at the hospital every day after school until I had to go home and go to bed. Even though I've been there for her my entire life despite the fact that all I hear are fucking voices telling me that she doesn't love me and I'm not good enough. That's the only goddamn thing I've learned here. And it sucks. I thought she loved me, Beca, I don't understand what happened." Chloe took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself before her eyes filled with tears.
"Aww Chloe come here," Beca said, awkwardly patting the seat next to her. Chloe sat down next to Beca as Beca put a comforting arm around her. "Tell me more about your sister, Chlo."
"She was born when I was two and we were always best friends growing up. Most sisters fight, but we never did, not even once. And then when I was eighteen and she was sixteen I started experiencing some symptoms of schizophrenia and you know how it is, your brain just tells your body to do these things, right?" Beca nodded and placed her hand on top of Chloe's to calm her down. "So I ended up trying to strangle her with one of my old nightgowns. Then my parents took me here and they diagnosed me with schizophrenia. I found out on my nineteenth birthday, so what a way to finish my teens, huh?" Chloe asked with a sad smile.
"Chlo, that's awful, I'm so sorry."
"Oh it gets worse," Chloe sighed. "Ally all of a sudden became more and more distant from me after we found out. I've tried explaining so many times that the person that tried to strangle her was not me, it's the illness, and I think she understands, but she's just afraid. And I feel awful for making her so scared. She just doesn't understand and I'm not sure if that's why she isn't visiting or what, but I just want my sister back."
Beca wrapped Chloe in a tight hug. "I'm so sorry Chlo. I promise you she still loves you. Sometimes it's just hard for families to adapt, you know? I've never been close to my family but it just escalated when I was diagnosed with depression and anorexia. They literally wanted nothing to do with me, but we're a little better now. Your sister loves you Chlo, I promise you. Maybe when you get out of here, you two can hang out or go out to dinner or something. I can even come if it would make you more comfortable."
"Thanks Beca, it means a lot," Chloe replied with a deep breath and a smile. She was so thankful that Beca understood and wanted to help her.