A/N hey in reply to a couple of your reviews...I'm 16 years old, and probably the only reason I can write bout this kind of stuff is beacause I've been through it. most of the stuff happenning in this story is based on things that have happennedto me. So yeah...please keep reviewing. Thanks so much
'What the hell?' Abby thought to herself as she stormed out of her math classroom. Miss Walker had clearly said that the counselor was her choice. She did however; feel bad for flying off the handle like that. She knew that Miss Walker was only trying to help her. She stopped, pondering whether or no to go back and apologize. She jumped in shock when she suddenly felt someone's hand grab her arm.
"Oh hey Carter" she said, her breathing slightly rushed.
"You ok?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Not really."
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly.
"I'm in trouble Carter. I'm in a whole lot of trouble."
"Maybe the counselor isn't such a bad idea Carter suggested after Abby had filled him in with what was happening.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt" she replied, obviously a lot calmer and more rational than before.
"I mean, you're not exactly an open person Abby. Who knows, you might find talking to a counselor easier than talking to Susan or me?"
"I'm ok talking to you" she said quietly.
"What?'
"I said I don't mind talking to you. I don't know why, but I just feel a little more comfortable telling you my problems." She said shyly.
Carter smiled, his stomach doing flips at the fact she had just said that.
"I like listening to you Abby, you know that. I'll always be here for you."
"Thanks Carter" she said hugging him.
He was almost grinning with excitement at this conversation. He loved hugging her. He loved the way she fitted into his arms with ease, as though they were made for each other. It was an amazing feeling.
Abby sat outside the counselor's office, waiting anxiously for her to finish. Her door opened, and a girl younger than Abby came out, her eyes glassy with tears. She glanced at Abby, then quickly hurried away, embarrassed.
"Well this should be fun" Abby muttered sarcastically to herself.
"Abigail?" a tall, slim woman asked.
"Yeah. Abby will do though."
The lady smiled warmly, gesturing for her to come into her office.
"Take a seat Abby" She shut the door, sticking a 'do not disturb' sign on the front of it. She sat in front of where Abby was sitting, so they were opposite.
"Well my name is Miss Watts, and since this is our first meeting, I need to go over a few things with you."
"Ok" Abby replied, nerves taking over her entire body.
"First off, anything you tell me is confidential, and won't be passed on to any other students or teachers without your consent. There are however, a few exceptional circumstances in which I might need to contact a parent or guardian, or get outside help."
Abby gulped, hoping to God that she didn't have to get her mother involved.
"If you're doing or selling drugs at school, obviously teachers and the headmaster will need to be informed. If you are bullying others, or being bullied, teachers and/or parents may need to know. If you're hurting yourself or others in any way, parents will need to be notified. And if you're having any suicidal thoughts, or you are suicidal, I may need to ask for outside help."
Abby nodded, making a quick decision not to mention anything about her cutting. There was no way she was letting her mother get involved. She didn't need her help.
"So…" Miss Watts started, waiting to see if Abby wanted to say anything. Realising immediately what she was dealing with, she knew she was going to really have to push to get anything out of Abby.
"Miss Walker paid me a visit yesterday afternoon. She sounded really concerned about you."
Abby nodded again, still not saying anything.
"She told me you've been hurting yourself." Miss Watts asked in a serious tone, breaking Abby's silence.
Abby rolled her eyes, pissed off that her plan was ruined already. Obviously Miss Walker had already told her everything.
"You could say that."
"She said it was on your wrist. Is that the only spot?" she asked. She took Abby's wrist, pushing up her sleeve to see.
"Yeah that's the only spot."
"Ok. Does anyone know about this? Your parents, friends? Or just Miss Walker?"
"Miss Walker and my two best friends."
"How bout the last time you did it? When was that?" she now had a pad and a pen, writing some things down.
"Um, a couple of days ago." Abby changed her glance back the floor.
"Where were you? At home, at school?"
"At school"
"And what made you want to do it? How were you feeling? What had happened?" she asked curiously.
Abby sighed loudly, shaking her head a bit. "A lot happened."
"Well why don't you start at the beginning?"
Abby bit her lip, closing her eyes tight for a second. She didn't want to do this. Why had she been so careless? She could have avoided this.
