A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I love all the reviews you guys are giving me on this story. It makes me so happy. So here it is, Chapter Six, enjoy.

I laid down on the couch with my head propped up on one of the arms and my legs on the other.

"So what made you decide to become a head shirker?" I breathed out, unenthusiastically.

"I wanted to help people." He stated matter-of-factly. "Now lets talk about you. According to the files and notes your previous therapist sent me, you've been going to therapy since you were eight?"

"Yup." I said popping the p.

"After your dad went missing?" He asked as he flipped through the pages of my file. He looked up at me as I nodded my head yes.

"Would you tell me about what happened after your dad went missing?" He smiled at me.

"It's in my file. Read it yourself."

"It's always better to hear it from the patient." He said as he took off his glasses and looked at me in the eyes. I sat up on the couch and glared at him.

"For one, Dr. Ellis," I spat. "You will not refer to me as a patient. Two, we're not friends so don't act like it. Three, I don't want to be here as much as you don't want me here. So just scribble down whatever crap you write in that notebook and let's be on our way. 'Kay?"

"I'm here to help you, and it says here that before this… incident, you were a very nice and happy girl. We can get you back to how you were before, but you have to corporate." He said choosing his words carefully.

"Good luck with that." I smiled devilishly.

"Hadley," He said annoyed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "you can trust me, just open up and tell me what happened to you eight years ago."

I sighed. I've told this story before and no one seems to believe me.

"A week after my dad went missing, I had snuck out on my own at night to go look for him. I was walking down an alley way when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see my dad and he was; he wasn't himself." I took a deep breathe. "His eyes were red and he just stood there looking at me. I ran to hug him and he tried to push me off him and said he wasn't safe to be around, but I didn't listen. At last, when I hugged him, he hugged back. Then he tried to tell me to go and run, but I just stood there hugging him. He bit me in the back of the neck. It burned and I screamed for him to stop. He stopped for a few seconds before he pressed his lips to the bite mark and sucked out some of my blood until the burning stopped. I blacked out somewhere after that and woke up in a hospital." My voice had slowly gotten quieter until you couldn't hear me anymore. I stared at the ground, avoiding Ellis's eyes.

"Thank you for being honest with me. But you know that most likely that was a hallucination from blood loss after you got bit by a dog in that alleyway. You had passed out from the blood loss." He said kindly, but my blood was boiling. He thought I was crazy like everyone else.

"You don't believe me." I said standing up. "What dog bite leaves this kind of scar?" I said, turning around and pulling the hair off the back of my neck. It revealed a white scar of a bite mark that had stretched out and looked deformed from my growing. The weird part of it all was that it was always cold. I could have a temperature of 102 degrees and the scar would be freezing. I turned back to look at him. He was quiet and didn't say anything.

"Session over." I said as I walked out of his office.