I slam the door to his office shut.
I am angry.
So, so angry.
How dare he?
I sure as fuck was not going back to Bridges.
And I didn't try to kill myself.
I had just wanted to sleep.
I didn't want to think or feel or be.
Just sleep.
I don't want to think about it any more.
I'm still standing just outside the door of his office.
I feel like a fool.
The tiny bit of pride I have tells me to not go back inside.
To do so would be like crawling back with my tail between my legs.
But...I felt bad for snapping.
He wanted a reaction and he got one.
I'm unsure whether to knock back on the door, or leave.
Dr. Black makes the decision though when he opens the door.
"Are you done, Isabella? Would you like to come back in?"
This might take the place of tomorrow mornings chapter. I had a few chapters pre-written, but basically decided I didn't like the direction they were taking the story, so I'm back to the drawing board. I should have a new one up tomorrow night (fingers crossed!)
