Jess was all smiles as Dean opened the door to his bedroom. She sat there on his bed holding her clothes from the night before.
"Jess? What are you doing?" He asked her cautiously.
"Oh, ummm. I need to go home; I'll be back later, if that's ok?" She said, standing up and looking at him hopefully.
Dean nodded. "Of course it's ok. Do you want me to come with you?" He asked carefully, stepping closer to her.
"No! I mean, I'm coming back later anyway so, don't worry." She said, forcing her lips into a small smile.
Jess leant up to kiss him softly on the cheek before walking out of his room. Dean stayed where he was, flopping down on his bed when he heard the front door slam.
She opened the door to her home slowly, before creeping up the stairs to her own room. Placing her dirty clothes in the basket, she moved towards her window, watching the clouds.
"Jess?" Came the sound of her Dad's voice from outside her door.
"Uh…Yeah?" She yelled back, frantically wiping her tears away.
The door opened and in stepped her Dad, he held a small white card in his hand. Walking to her he held it out. A small name and signature was written on it, slowly taking it she turned it over. 'Appointment at 1:10pm, room 4.' She looked up, terror plastered on her gentle features.
"What?! No! Dad, I don't need this, I'm fine." She said, horrified.
"Get changed Jessica; we are going in 5 minutes." He said, slamming the door behind him on his way out, leaving Jess standing alone with the small white card in her shaking hands.
"Shit." She breathed before changing into a black skirt and blue sweater. She walked downstairs as she fixed her hair.
Her dad was silent for the whole journey; even in the waiting room he said nothing. When her name was called he just looked at her as she stood and followed the lady into room 4.
She stood in the doorway as the lady sat behind her mahogany desk.
"You can sit over here Jessica." She pointed to a chair opposite her desk.
Jess walked slowly over to the leather chair, sitting on the edge of it as though it might break. She looked up cautiously.
"Now Jess, What would you like to talk about first?" She asked kindly.
"I have nothing to talk about." Jess replied keeping her guard up from her prying eyes.
"Ok, what if we start with the cuts on your arm. Do you know why you did them?" She asked insistently.
"There are no cuts on my arm. And I don't need any help from you or from anyone else." She replied icily.
"That's ok Jess, I just want to talk to you, just about your life in general. Is that ok with you?" Her kind voice unnerved Jess. She was too nice.
"No, that's not ok. This was not my idea, this is my fathers." She said, her voice getting louder and more desperate.
"Self harm is no way to deal with your problems; you can get help from……" She was cut off by Jess.
"I am not self harming! I don't have any problems! Why can you not understand that?!" She yelled standing up suddenly. Realising what she was doing, Jess sat back down slowly, keeping her tear filled eyes on the delicate engravings on the desk.
"Would you like to come back another day? When your feeling a bit more relaxed?" She asked, using the same kind voice that she had used throughout the session.
"No thank-you. Can I go now?" Jess whispered.
"Come back in three days, I would like to see you again." She said standing up and walking over to open the door for Jess.
Jess got up and quickly walked out of the warm room, through the waiting room and to her Dad and Dean, who had arrived just after she had gone in.
"Traitor!" She hissed as she saw Dean. "So you were in on this?" She snarled at him before pushing him. "Why?" Hey eyes held his as she waited for his reply.