"Alright. I guess I'll see you next week then." Miss Watts said, opening the door for Abby.
"Yeah, see ya"
Miss Watts watched Abby quickly leave, and then flopped back down into her chair. She got out the notes she had been taking, and read over them. She sighed loudly, resting her head in her hands. It had been five weeks and Abby really hadn't made much of an improvement. She was still cutting herself, still very closed up, and still looked at her as though she didn't trust her.
Susan sighed, watching as Abby walked off from their lunch table to go to the "bathroom". Susan knew Abby had been seeing the counselor for about five weeks, but she really didn't see much difference in her friend. She still seemed depressed, even more so after her appointments. And Susan had seen several new scars on her wrists. She'd tried to ask her about it, but as usual Abby said it was nothing. She's seen her quite a few times smoking cigarette after cigarette at parties, and she knew she was doing that because she was stressed out. She tried helping her. She was getting tired of trying to help, but never actually getting anywhere.
Carter watched Susan's reaction when Abby got up to go for a smoke. He could tell in her eyes that she was worried, as was he. Instead of getting better seeing this bloody counselor, she seemed to be getting worse. She seemed pissed off and angry all the time. He also knew that she had been drinking…a lot. Not just with friends either. Sure she'd get a bit drunk at parties with everyone else, but she also been getting drunk at home by herself. He was smart enough to know that that wasn't really a healthy thing to be doing. She'd found a bottle shop that would sell her grog without ID, meaning she had access to it whenever she wanted. She'd told him this in confidence, and heck he'd even been around a couple of times to get drunk with her. He figured that if she was desperate to get drunk, he might as well be there to look after her. That said, he knew that she was also doing it behind his back. Susan had no idea about the alcohol, and he was pretty sure it was a good idea to keep it that way.
Miss Walker sighed as she looked over Abby's last test paper. She hadn't got one question right. She had the lowest test score in the class, not to mention the biggest drop in grades. Her work ethic had completely changed since she had started seeing the counselor. She'd really hoped that seeing her would do her some good, and it seemed to at the beginning. Abby seemed to be going backwards right now though. She didn't participate in class, let alone concentrate and she hadn't done any of the set homework. She picked up her phone in her office, biting her nails as she did so.
"Can you put me through to Miss Watts please? Thanks"
Abby lit up her cigarette, eager to have the bitter taste in her mouth. She inhaled deeply, getting the nicotine she had been craving for all day. She'd been smoking a lot more since she'd been seeing the counselor. She couldn't help it…she was just a bit stressed out at the moment. The counselor seemed to be working at the start, but now she just dreaded going to those stupid, pathetic sessions that she hated so much. They were a complete waste of time. She was trying so hard to stop cutting at the start, but now, she really didn't care. It was too hard to stop. Everything was too far gone…
