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"I think therapy is a rather misguided notion of capitalist societies whereby the self-indulgent examination of one's life supersedes the actual living of said life."

― Peter Cameron, Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You

"I had problems a therapist couldn't solve; grief that no man in a room could ameliorate."

― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

Chapter: 18

Cammie's P.O.V:

Maybe it was the way his slick hair (or should I say the hair on his head I could see) was back to perfectly, or the way his glasses frames shined in the light… perhaps it was the way he smiled it wasn't uh what's the word… true?

"It's a pleasure to counsel you Ms. Morgan." He smiled but something about it was odd. I nodded shyly then decided to ask some questions.

"So when does this uhh counseling start?" I asked.

"How about today say 5:00?" He asks me.

"Yes sir, see you there." I turn around on my heel heading back towards my table.

_05/12/2012, 5:00 PM_

My knuckles knock softly against the wooden oak door. Not even a second later Dr. Steve opens the door fixing his tie and smiled.

"Welcome Ms. Morgan, please come in." He gestured his hand in a sideways motion telling me to step in. I come in cautiously taking in my surrounding. Dr. Steve patted the chaise lounge chair. I laid down on it and looked up at the ceiling.

"So Ms. Morgan tell me about yourself." He questions.

"Uh my names Cammie, turning 18, I ran away this summer and I don't remember much of anything, ummm," I honestly had no idea what to say. I mean it's not everyday that a girl spy training, C.I.A. sensation, and top student gets counseled like this.

"Well maybe-," he stopped for a moment then continued. "Cammie what happened to your wrists?" He asked. My hand instantly went to my sleeves and tugged them.

"Nothing" Lie.

He snatches my wrists and pulled the sleeves up. He doesn't seem mad or surprised. Then he starts asking me uncomfortable or weird questions in a persuasive way, and to my surprise I answer them automatically.

"Ms. Morgan, what are these?" He points at my arms.

"Scars."

"And these?" He asks.

"Scratches."

"These?"

"Bruises." He then turns my wrist around more revealing more.

"And what are these?" He asks curiously cocking an eyebrow at me, his eyes seeing past the frame.

"Cuts." I reply flatly.

"Tell me Ms. Morgan, where else do you have these scratches, scars, bruises, and cuts?" He demands.

"My entire arm, back of my neck, back, legs, and stomach mostly." I answer. I furrow my eyebrows wondering why I revealed all of that.

"Does it make the pain go away?" He questions writing things down from behind his clipboard.

"Yes sir, very much so." I answer honestly.

"Then keep on doing it, if it makes you happy and relieved why not? Am I right?" He asks me.

"Of course Dr. Steve. It makes perfect sense. It helps me and I need help right?" I question.

"Exactly Ms. Morgan, very good." He answers.

"Now Ms. Morgan," he starts as he pulls a magazine from one of the drawers. "What do you see here?" I examine the magazine. There's a gorgeous girl on the front page. Beautiful brown curly locks in a bikini showing how skinny and toned she is.

"A girl. She's gorgeous." I sum up.

"Exactly Ms. Morgan," he reaches out and pokes my stomach. "Ms. Morgan would you want to look like her?"

"Of course! She's drop dead gorgeous!" I answer truthfully.

"Then you must get rid of this fat! You look like a pig!" He admits. Now that I think of it I think he's right! I'm 5'5 103 lbs.! I mean when I pull on the skin of my arm there's a very, very thin layer of skin/fat that's being pulled. Oh my glob I'm fat!

"Yes sir! What should I do?" I plead.

"Don't eat! Starve yourself! Work out so hard till you pass out or loose circulation to everything." He answers. I nod understandingly. For some reason I feel like I'm being lost in a trance but I ignore it. He looks at his watch. He fumbles with it a bit before he looks back up at me.

"Well Ms. Morgan our session is over. I'll see you next Monday same time. Oh and if you ever need to talk I'm here." He ushers me out the door and slaps the door behind me rudely but I don't mind.

Okay so I basically need to keep on hurting myself, work out until I can't handle it anymore, and starve myself. Okay this should be easy.

I run up the stairs making sure that I'm burning as many calories as I go up. I'm so lost in the therapy trance that I bump into someone.

"Cammie?" The boy questions me.

"Hey Green Eye Hottie." I greet but then blush realizing what I said. He smirks then ruffles his hand in his hair making him look so hot!

"That's what you call me huh?" He smirks.

A/N: Hope you liked! Yes its short but ZAMMIE IN NEXT CHAPTER! YAY! Soooo excited. IMPORTANT:

What's your favorite quote out of the ones I posted? You don't have to write it out just say the chapter and the author/poet. Thanks!