Alright... Um... It's been.. Well.. A REALLY long time since you've last heard of me... No. I'm not dead. I kind of stopped writing. for almost 3 years. I'm not quite sure why. I got into other stuff like painting and swimming and Netflix... God Netflix is so amazing.

I would just like to apologize for my extremely long absence and I really hope you can forgive me. I've been through a lot which is probably why I quit writing. I started again though so when I was going through my old computer I found about half a chapter from when I was still writing and decided to finish it and post it to see what would happen. I'm almost 100% certain a lot of you have given up on this story, which I obviously understand. But If I get enough good reviews, I might start it back up again or even write something new? Who knows. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

Chase's POV

I have always been strongly against psychology. I find it to be a soft science. One without any evidence or proof of its methods and experiments. It's basically a guessing game. But since my family is so worried about me and basically didn't give me a choice, here I am, waiting in the waiting room to meet my new psychologist to talk about my feelings. What a load of crap. Mr. Davenport refuses to leave my side until I'm in the room with my psychologist because he believes I'll leave as soon as I'm out of his sight. Which is actually exactly what I would do. So... He clearly knows me a little too well.

"Chase Davenport?"

A woman who seems to be in her mid-thirties with blonde hair that falls down to her mid back calls. She looks around, trying to find me, I sink into my seat, hoping if I stay silent, she'll forget about me and move on.

"He's right here." Mr. Davenport says as he points to me. So much for that plan... She smiles at me and waves over for me to come see her. I slowly get up, not forgetting to glare at my father before making my way over to her.

"Hello there, My name is Dr. Elena Valentine." She puts her hand out, which I follow her lead and put my hand in hers to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

I give her a nice big fake smile and finally pull my hand away. I hate shaking hands. Like what's the point? She leads me into her office. It was quite a nice room if I do say so myself. Doctorates are hung up on the walls showing off her degrees and where she got them. A nice black leather couch is placed in the middle of the room with a matching solo leather chair facing it. A big long wooden desk is placed behind the chair with a nice computer and plenty of picture frames which I assume has pictures of her family and husband. A nice wooden coffee table is right in between the two sofas.

"You can have a seat on the couch if you'd like." She says as she gestures to it with a smile still plastered on her face. I slowly sit down on the couch. It's so comfortable yet I feel incredibly uncomfortable. I don't seem to know what to do with my hands. She finally sits down in her leather chair and looks at me.

"How are you, Chase?" She asks with her stupid smile. It takes so much effort for me not to roll my eyes.

"I'm fine. How are you?" I don't really care. I just hope that if I ask, maybe it'll take her mind off me and onto herself.

"I'm doing very well thank you for asking." I nod, silently telling her to go on about herself. She doesn't.

"Let's talk about why you're here. From what your parents have told me, you've been through quite a lot, yet they really couldn't tell me what. Why is that?"

"Probably because I haven't told them," I say as I roll my eyes. I really couldn't resist this time.

"Why not?"

"Because they need to know."

"They don't need to know, or you don't want to tell them?"

"What's the difference?" Is she seriously asking me this? It's pretty obvious that I don't want to tell them. No one wants to tell others what terrible things have happened to them. This isn't psychology, it's common sense.

"Well, believe it or not, there is a very big difference. I think they should know what happen to you. They have been imagining a lot of things that could have happen to you in the year that you were gone. Possible worst things that actually happen, or things that didn't happen to you. Or maybe they're imagining exactly what happen to you. But they can't know. Because you refuse to tell them. Now I can understand why you would never want them to know, however, them knowing might bring closure and even bring you closer together."

"I seriously doubt that." I scoff at her. She knows nothing of what I'm going through so why is she acting like she is!?

"Why do you doubt it?" She asks. I'm tired of her god damn questions.

"Let me ask you this. Why would me, telling them every horrible thing that has ever happen to me, in a span of one year, be any good to them? Huh? How would that possibly help with closure? HOW? What? You think they'll be happy? You think they'll be somehow grateful? Cause I don't. I think the exact opposite! Do you want to know why? BECAUSE I KNOW THEM! NOT YOU! ME! I know my own family and how they'll react! It'll only cause them pain! So no, I'm not going to be telling them what happen to me." I take a deep breath. Wow, that felt amazing to say. Maybe psychology isn't as bad as I thought.

"Did that feel good? letting some of your anger out?" I look at her, slightly puzzled. How did she know?

"Yea... I guess..." Where is she going with this?

"Good. This office if for you to let out whatever emotion you feel at this very moment. I can tell you're not someone who likes to discuss how you're feeling. A lot of people are just like you. However, something needs to be let out. If it's not words, than it should be emotion. Don't you agree?"

Wow... Did not see that coming. But I have to admit. I really do agree. I do feel better. She's good.

I slowly nod at her, indicating that yes, I did hear what she told me.

"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page. That's all for today," She gets up from her chair and puts her and out for me to shake again. "I'll see you in a few days Chase." She says as she smiles. I smile back, but a real smile this time. I put my hand into hers.

"See you then." She then opens the door for me and lets me out. Mr. Davenport sees me and stands up immediately. I turn around to watch her wave and close the door of her office.

"So? How'd it go? Was it as bad as you thought it would be?"

"Actually... It really wasn't..."

And that's all I got for you today. I hope you enjoyed it and again, I am truly sorry for kind of abandoning this story for a long time. I'm not sure if I'll ever update again or not but if you guys love it then maybe I'll want to. So review and maybe, just maybe, another chapter will be coming out. See ya guys!