Chapter 2: Page 2

"How are you today, Heather?" Rebecca my therapist asks smilingly. I lick my dry lips and look out of the window that faces the park. Children are playing with their friends and mothers with babies talk to other mothers probably about their kids and their happy little married life's. I sigh and look at Rebecca who is still waiting for a reply. "Why do you bother asking that, you know I always give the same answer and then we do the same pointless things," I say looking at her. Rebecca's smile doesn't leave her face and it is starting to irrated me it's like she's mocking me, mocking me for being who I am and because I'm here. I wish I could just shake her and the rest of them and scream saying, I'm fine! I'm not insane! You're all insane but I'm fine! "We will repeat everything, everyday until you decide to cooperate," Rebecca says.I inhale a deep breath and brush my hair out of my face while saying, "We've been doing this for two years aren't you bored by now don't you have somewhere to be or something to do?Don't you have a life?" She stands up and walks towards the window and says, "Heather I'm just here to-" "Don't! I shout half standing up, Don't you dare say you're just here to help me, haven't you helped enough!" I grab my bag and head for the door but before I can leave the room Rebecca says, "You're making this difficult for yourself, you're making this difficult for us all." I roll my eyes and look back at her saying, "If we're all in this then why am I the only one coming to therapy? Why aren't they all here?" I shake my head, open the door and sigh "Some sort of support hey!"