A/N- hey I'm sorry I kind of forgot about this. Haha um well I know it sucks but I think I'm just gonna continue anyway.
I woke up the next morning to an empty house. "Figures" I mumbled. I was used to this. My mom worked a lot and wasn't always home. Nate was probably out driving around somewhere, and Brooke, well I had no idea where she was and I didn't really care either.
I looked at the clock in the kitchen. "Shit," it was already 9:30; I was supposed to be at my first appointment with my shrink since I moved here at 10:00. 'Oh well, I'll get ready, but if no one comes back to bring me, I just won't go.' I thought to myself. I hated therapy more then anything, but its part of the deal, so I really don't have a choice. I had to run up stairs, and get ready fast. I just threw on the first clothes I saw: a pair of jeans and a black shirt, and I threw my hair up, and went back downstairs to see if anyone would come back.
At five to ten Nate came home. He looked pretty pissed but I didn't really feel like asking him about it.
"Hey. Get in the car, you're going to be late." He said.
"So, where is everybody?" I asked, as I go t in the car, ignoring his pissed off mood.
"Mom is at work. I don't know where Brooke is, she was gone when I got up. Look, I'm not in the mood for this; you better talk in therapy this time. I liked my old life, and I don't want to have to move again because of you." He said.
'Huh,' I thought, 'so that's why he's pissed.' I hated having him pissed at me. We used to be really close, and we still kind of were, but it wasn't the same as it used to be.
"Look, I'm sorry, believe me, if I could take it back I would." I said sincerely.
"Yeah, well you can't. Make it work this time." He said as we pulled up to the old looking building. "You're going to have walk home, is that ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure," I said looking at the building, not wanting to go in. "Bye." I said.
"See you later." He said, and drove off. 'Well, lets get this over with,' I thought to myself, after I opened the door.
I walked up to the front desk. The lady sitting there was on the phone, so I waited for her to get off.
"Hi, I have and appointment with Dr. Dailan, for 10:00." I told the receptionist.
"Ok." She said sweetly, "You can go in; it's the third door on the left."
"Thanks." I replied.
I walked up to the third door, sighed, and then opened it. It was a pretty small room with two chairs, one behind the desk that had, like, 5 boxes of tissues on in.
"Hi." I said.
"Hi, you must be Evee, I'm Dr. Dailan, nice to meet you, have a seat." She said, motioning to the other chair.
"Nice to meet you, too." I said, sitting down.
"Ok so I looked over your file; it says you're a recovering drug addict. Marijuana and cocaine, right?" she asked.
"Right." I said, looking down.
"It also says you self injure." She said, but more as a question.
"Yup." I said. I was starting to not like her already.
"Well, I understand this isn't your first time in therapy. There's a note in here from you old therapist. He said he recommended you move here. You want to tell me why that is? She asked.
"I kind of got a bad reputation back home, he thought I should start over." I said, staring at one of the boxes of tissues.
"I see." She said. "Now, let me ask you, why did you begin using."
"My dad." I said quietly.
"Your dad made you begin using drugs?" she asked.
"No, he's dead. I guess I just could handle his death." I said, as tears started welling up in my eyes. I hated talking about my dad, I always started crying.
The rest of the session went by really slowly. She asked me about a million questions about my dad. I was walking out of the building, still crying. I hated the fact that I had to walk all the way home. As soon as I got out of the parking lot, I walked right into someone. I was crying so much I didn't even see him. I looked up, and of course, it was Chris, with Teddy.
"Hi, what's wrong?" Chris asked concerned.
"Are you ok?" Teddy added. Just as he said this he looked at the building I came out of, and read the sign. "Why are you in therapy?" he asked. I thought that was pretty rude of him, I mean I did just meet him.
"Nothing, I gotta go home, I'll see you guys later." I said walking really fast away from them. I think they got the hint that I didn't want to talk, because they just stayed there.
By the time I got home it was almost 12. It took a lot longer to get home then I thought it would. Teddy was going to be here in hour, I knew he would still come, even after what just happened. I went into my room, and I just tried to calm myself down. At 12:30 Teddy came. 'Shit.' I thought, why he is so early?
I went down stairs to let him in.
"Hey," I said, trying to sound cheery, "you're early."
"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you." He said. 'Great.' I thought.
"About what?" I asked, trying to sound confused.
"About before, what happened?" he asked.
"Ugh, I really don't want to talk about it, maybe later." I said. I definitely didn't want to talk about it; I knew I would start crying again.
"Alright," he said, not pushing it, "you ready then?"
"Yup." I said, and we walked off to go meet the rest of the rest of the guys.