Chapter Two
"And how does that make you feel?" Jenny asked her, while sipping on some weird, green drink held between her two pale hands. First of all, that was typical therapist material. Wanna be a bit more original? Brittany thought as she chewed on her bottom lip. This was Brittany's most dreaded day of the week. While she didn't particularly like any of the other ones, her visits to the therapist were definitely her least favorite days. It wasn't that she didn't like her therapist…Jenny was nice enough. But why talk about your emotions, if you can keep them locked up nice and safe within yourself?
"Do you want the truth…?" Brittany said softly, moving her eyes from the woman's hands to her face. She watched the woman's expression go from impatient to warm.
Jenny sighed and looked Brittany right in the eyes. She bit her lip before speaking. "Of course I want the truth! Isn't that what we're here for?" The woman sat down her mug of warm, gooey liquid and leaned forward in her arm chair.
When Jenny's gaze intensified, Brittany's eyes flew to the floor. "I guess so…" Her eyes remained on the patterned tiles as she shifted in the other arm chair uncomfortably.
"I want the truth. No matter how brutally honest you are." Brittany's therapist nodded as she spoke, inviting Brittany to look back up at her.
Brittany's head snapped up, but not because Jenny had encouraged her to. "Fine. You want the truth? Because I'm good at honesty when it's really honesty. When I can say exactly what comes to my mind without being judged. This is fucking hard for me, okay? The days alone, the nights wishing I was sleeping in his arms, all of it. None of this is easy for me and none of this I like. My heart? It fucking shattered a long time ago and it still hurts. I lost all spark in my personality when I lost Riley. And these damn sessions aren't fucking helping."
Brittany stood from her chair and strode out of the room, not worried about the distraught woman she left behind.