Chihiro watched the rain pour, her eyes trained on nothing and yet looking at everything. She listened to her therapist drone on and on and on. It was the same every time she came, she would sit quietly listening and he would talk about himself. The problems he had with his girlfriend, how he wasn't appreciated enough, how he wanted more in life than what he was offered. She didn't understand how he had gotten this job and she wondered if he did this with all his patients. At first he had tried talking to her, tried getting her to open up, but she hadn't and he had. He probably just wanted her parents money to keep rolling in, they would do anything to fix their strange daughter.
"It's over," she said easily as she stood, like usual scaring the distracted man. He looked at his watch with surprise, only now realizing that their session had come to an end. She rolled her eyes at his lack of professionalism; she stretched, arms high in the air and back arched, satisfied with the random bone pops she heard in response.
He smiled at her, the professional mask he wore for her parents sliding into view. "I guess so," he said easily, "maybe next time we will hit a break through." She snorted at his comment, knowing they wouldn't. Knowing he would go on and on and on about his life, his problems, and things he shouldn't be telling her. The young girl wished she didn't have to come here anymore, or at least wished she could get a new therapist who didn't want to talk at all.
The teen didn't wait for the male to walk her out, doing it herself, and unsurprisingly her parents were waiting outside the door. Her father at the very end reading a magazine every waiting room seemed to have, her mother three seats away scrolling through something on her phone. The space between her parents nothing new, one more thing that had changed since their return from the amusement park. They hadn't been the same, each preferring time apart then time together. Chihiro nor her father were stupid, they both knew her mother was seeing someone else but neither of them cared enough to say anything.
"Ready to go?" Her father asked as he smiled at her, throwing the reading material on the chair next to him. She smiled and nodded her head, walking over to her he threw an arm over her shoulder. "How was today's session?"
She shrugged her shoulders, never one for many words. "It was same old same old." He smiled brightly at her, probably assuming her and her therapist hit a good point in her problems. She didn't have the heart to tell her father nothing had changed for her, that she was still the same girl she had been before coming here, that she probably wouldn't change. She didn't talk to her mother much, neither of them having anything to say to one another. Her father had easily become one of her best friends. They had always been close, but now they were even closer, she was thankful for the man who raised her.
Her dad opened his mouth to say something, only for her mother to rush past them, bumping into said male. He sneered at his wife, wanting to snap out at the woman who didn't even care about their daughter. Chihiro was thankful He restrained himself in public. He knew how Chihiro felt about people's attention, he wouldn't willingly put her through something she feared so much. He sighed as he looked back down at her, "Wanna stop and get some ice cream?"
"No," her mother spoke up for her, "I wanna go straight home."
"It's a good thing I wasn't asking you."
Chihiro fought the urge to laugh at her fathers comeback, knowing her mother would only pile a list of chores for her to do if she did. "No, thank you. I'm kind of tired, I'm ready to go home." Honestly, she wouldn't mind some ice cream right now, but she knew the woman walking in front of them would only cause them both problems later on if she said yes.
Nodding her father asked, "Tomorrow?"
"After school?" He nodded his head and she smiled, "Sure."