So this is an amazing song by Adele up here. It really is just mind blowing. Anyways, I've been struggling through a lot lately with family. Also how I treat myself. So I'm sorry for being late at writing all the time. But I want you to love the book just as much as I love writing it. Soooo here you gooooo.(I'm sitting in mc Donald's alone, writing this)
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Make you feel my love -Adele
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Five
"Good afternoon Evelyn." I walked through the door and sat down on the oh-so comfortable couch.
"Hello Alexandra, my I ask why you are drenched in water from the rain." She looked me up and down then put her two hands together.
"I came into a doozy." I smiled and chuckled.
"Well, I'm guessing you don't want to explain what happen. So let's start." She crossed her legs and pushed her glasses up slowly."How have you been lately." She asked.
"Well which side of me?" I asked quietly.
"You can tell me both the sides." She switched her footing.
"I'll start with my outside." I looked up at her. "I'm currently the dumb one in my class, not precisely honestly." I said "I know everything it's just I don't feel like trying, but people think I'm happy and ditsy." I claimed.
"But I'm practically smarter than everyone in my classes. I could be valedictorian if I tried." I shut my eyes tightly and reopened them.
"How about your inside." She wrote down a few notes.
"I feel lost, trapped in a box. I can't go back and I can't go forward." I looked down at my hands.
"I'm so distracted by my thoughts. It tears me down. I'm the little boat with a heavy anchor and I can't reel it up." I sighed.
"I sit there, watch the clock. I feel like I'm going to burst, Evelyn." I say to her. "But I know I have to be strong for the one that keeps me alive. That keeps me in this world, because I know that if I left, they wouldn't be able to hang on anymore." I admitted
I looked out of the window, and watch the rain drops fall, I couldn't even hear my self think.
"I'm torn Evelyn." I spoke, "I don't know what to do."
"Alex, why do you feel like this." She whispered.
"The same reason why you feel like you do." I straightened my back.
"How do you think I feel?" Evelyn looked at me with confusion.
"I think you feel all strong and independent, that you can take anything that tries to knock you down, but you don't let that happen because your bad ass." I laugh at my own sentence.
"That's what therapist seem to me at least, they can do anything and everything." I mumble to myself.
"An I'm the psycho that give you money to 'help' me." I raised my voice. I looked at Evelyn carefully she didn't have a single sorry in her eye. Like she was a robot who couldn't move but just her left hand and mouth.
"I think I'm done for today Evelyn, I'll see you again later." I stood up and she watched. I grabbed my backpack and dragged myself out of the hell cell.
More dumb than ever.
I let my guard down.
I feel so stupid.
I can't trust anyone.
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