Ana's therapist

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

My father drove me back home and got my medications. “You’ll have to take them once every morning and if you don’t take them by yourself then I’ll assign someone who’ll give it to you,” My father ordered as he gave them to me.

“I’ll take them, don’t worry, and I am going to school tomorrow,” I replied as I took the medicines from him.

“Okay but you have a session with Mr. Wilson on Tuesday so you won’t be going on that day, it’s at 9 AM and I’ll the driver to drop you off and stay with you because I have a few important things to do,” my father explained.

The day passed by quite boringly, I had nothing to do in this massive house except for walk around. No drugs. I still couldn’t understand how I was surviving all this. My head was throbbing with immense pain and I just wanted everything to freeze. I wanted the time to go back to the day where I cut myself, I wished I had never done that. I wish I had never gone to the hospital or the psychologist, at least everything would be normal.

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The next morning, I woke up early and took a warm shower. I dressed up nicely and had my breakfast too. I just couldn’t wait to meet up with Chase and do some drugs with him. I was craving something and I just couldn’t understand what it was. I hurried away from the food table and sat inside the car.

Surprisingly, my father came and sat inside while I was waiting for the driver. I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion as I wasn’t able to understand why my father was doing.

“Isn’t my driver going to take me to the school?” I inquired.

“No, I’ll be taking you plus I had to get some details from the school counselor as well,” My father replied.

I opened the door and went front to sit beside my dad on the passenger seat. I tied my seatbelt around my chest and we drove off.

My father was showing me to much attention and I knew it was going to over soon in a matter of days. I didn’t want to get a habit of something I wasn’t getting. Their love.

“What are you thinking?” My father asked as he noticed my stone—cold expression.

I swallowed and turned my attention away from my thoughts, “Nothing, just about school, I missed so many classes!”

“Don’t worry, I know you’ll catch up. Anyways, did you take your medicines?” My father asked.

“Yes, I did,” I replied.

“That’s like a good girl,” My father patted my head like I was a little dog and I hated that touch.

We were at the entrance of the school and instead of dropping me, my father drove inside towards the parking lot.

“Are you going to be here?” I asked. He parked his car and switched off his engine.

“Yes, I need to get some reports from the counselor and then I’ll leave,” my father said as he opened the car door and stepped out. He was wearing a black suit and tie, my father was quite formal and he acted like a businessman 24/7.

“Are you going to pick me up later?” I asked as I stepped out with the bag on my shoulder.

“No, the driver will come,” We stepped inside the school and said our goodbyes to each other.

We parted our ways away, my father went inside the admission block where he could find the headmaster and the school counselor and I went inside the section where all the students and classes were taking place.

The first class didn’t start yet and everyone was freely walking around the corridor. People were staring at me, noticing the bandaid on my wrist and the bags underneath my eyes. They all were studying me and giving me intense glares. Did they all find about it too?

I sighed and hurried to the locker, ignoring all the glares. I pulled out my book nervously and slammed the locker closed. From the corner of my eyes, I saw someone and when his voice made its way to my ears, I turned around.

Chase was standing by his locker and talking to his friend, he didn’t even notice me until his friend motioned towards me.

I went to him and grabbed his arm and moved him away from his friend.

“Give me something,” I stuttered as moved my hand out right in the public. A few people stared at me but no one really cared at the end of the day.

“Here?” He asked. “Everyone knows what happened to you,” he leaned down and whispered in my ear. I gasped and finally understood what their terrifying glances meant.

Chase pulled me into a random hug, and he shoved something inside the back of my jeans.

“Be careful, all the teachers are hired by your father and don’t try to meet me too much. If your father finds about me, he’s going to kill you and me too,” Chase whispered in my ear and then he broke off the hug. He waved me goodbye and then disappeared into the thin air.

I ran inside the washroom to check what Chase had placed inside my jeans and it was no other than a packet of pills. I opened the packet and pulled out one of the pills.

Should I do this? What if this affects the other medications I’m taking? What if someone finds about it? Is it going to harm me? Numerous questions ran across my head and I got confused.

I popped the pill and drank a bit of water before walking out of the washroom. It just simply made me feel a lot better.

The bell rang and the classes began, I rushed inside my classroom, high and completely normal. No suspected anything and I felt way more relaxed than ever. These drugs were similar to the medications I had got from the psychologist, they also helped me and this also helped me.

The math class started and Chase entered a bit late. He sat down beside me and poked his elbow on my stomach when the teacher worked on the board.

“What?” I grunted.

“Are you high?” He asked in a low tone so no one could hear us. I nodded my head and he smiled.

“How do you feel?” He asked. Soon everyone around us began to speak when the teacher darted her attention away from us.

“Better, I was going to die if I didn’t get it and what’s up with my father?” I asked as I sat back on the corner.

“I saw your father leave the principals office, why was he here?” Chase inquired with tension smeared across his face.

“I don’t know, he needs to get some reports because the psychologist I’m going to wants them,” I replied.

“The psychologist?”

“Yes, Dr. Wilson, one of the top psychologists in the world. My father wants me to have therapy sessions with that man, and if I don’t then I’ll not be able to attend school or even go out,” I shrugged before grabbing my pen and scribbling on the pale white book.

“Like a therapist?”

“Yes...” I trailed off.

“Did you go for therapy?” He asked with uncertainty in his voice like he was confused, and a bit scared of something.

“Yes,” I replied before turning my eyes back to him. “It was nice — I mean the man, he’s really nice,” I added.

“What was the outcome of it?” Chase asked I noticed his tone change every time we get deeper into this conversation.

“Well, he diagnosed me with depression and anxiety. He recommended therapy sessions and medications,” I explained.

“Did you get the medications?”

“Yes, I’m on them. I felt a lot better last night and I was able to sleep properly too, I don’t know what was in those medicines but they literally acted like some kind of drug,” I shrugged and licked my lips. The teacher was teaching the students and I was just whispering to Chase, not that anyone noticed.

“Oh...” Chase trailed off before turning his body to the teacher and concentrating on the class. I was confused, and a bit startled when he randomly left the conversation. I thought he’d ask for more.

The school was tortuous, girls squeaky voices, children’s laughter and boys screams were ringing in my ears. The drug that Chase supplied me with me made me feel a lot better throughout the day.

Once school was over, I saw the driver outside standing by the gate and waiting for me. I went to him without even saying goodbye to Chase because according to my father, he was off limits.