"Emily Rose Sunner. Is that correct?"
"Yes ma'm. It is."
She raised an eyebrow at me. She had a scowl look on her face, like she never heard a teenager have polietness before, as if I was a lying fake tricking her into some evil scheme, getting her address to go egg her house...despicable. But I didn't say a single word. She put her pen in her mouth, and leaned back. Studying me, I suppose. Her brown eyes looked me up and down, every inch of my body, and inside my very soul. No. Not mysoul. She could never see inside my eyes, to my soul and heart. I can already guess that with no problem. She may see my body, but not my soul. Though I bet you she will claim she can, and then try and guess whats wrong with me.
Her bright red lipstick covered lips curled up into a smirk, then quickly slipped into a fake smile.
"Just making sure honny...don't want to have the patients here. But. Why don't you sit down sweetie, we only have a hour. No need to waste time."
I took her offer, and sat down in the plush chair, despite her annoyonce in her voice. She took the pen out of her mouth, and crossed her legs, looking at her clipboard for a moment. Her wavy long blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, flowing over her shoulders. It had purple highlights in it. She was about 25, stunningly beautiful- but didnt look very professional.
"So. How old are you sweetie?"
I took a breath.
"I am 15 years old. I live with my mom, 16 and 4 year old brothers, and my 13 year old sister. I had another sister, but she died at 5 years old, when I was 13."
She bit her lip, and writing things down on her board. "I am sorry for the death that urrrepted in your family."
I knew she wasen't. She didn't give a living care about it or me.
"What about your dad?" She asked.
I swallowed, looked at her, and spoke. "I'd rather not talk about my dad, at this moment, ma'm, if thats okay."
She replied annoyed, "But hunny you'll have to eventually...So why don't you tell me now, hmmm?"
"Yes ma'm, I know that. But. Umm. I'd rather not. I'm sorry. But I don't think I should right now."
Am I sorry? No. Should I be sorry? No. She is crossing my emotional boundries. Don't ever be sorry for not saying something you don't want people to know.
"Cmon'! Whats so bad about you're dad!?"
My heart droppped into my stomach, and my eyes darkened.
"He sexually, pshyically, and verbally abused me."
Then she did what you would never expect anyone to do, but I did. I knew. Once I walked in her room I know how'd she'd act. She bursted out laughing. My ears becomes sickened by the sound, my body becomes numb of the twisted sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I opened my mouth and spoke.
"One more thing."
"Whats that, slut?" She grinned.
"I tend to crawl into peoples mind and take over them. Oh, and I can also read minds."
"You freak! Get out, get out!" She screamed, throwing her clip board at me.
I slowly rose to my feet. "Gladly."
And while walking out, I heard a scream. And I just smiled.
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