Ana's therapist

Chapter 10

“Ms. Ana your mother is expecting your presence on the dining table,” One of the servants knocked the door and said. I jumped away from my laptop and went outside to see what my mother wanted from me. A few days passed by since the incident and I was feeling a lot better. With the medication and the drug, I felt like I was living.

Tomorrow was my second therapy session with Dr. Wilson and I couldn’t wait to go. I was more than excited and thrilled to see him. I had no idea why.

“Yes, mother?” I asked my mother who was sitting on the dining table and having dinner with my father.

“Come, join us!” She invited me with open hands and I just couldn’t deny her. The more normal I reacted, the much better it would be for me. It would help me to return back to my normal life and I wouldn’t have to feel nervous and weird about any kind of situation.

My favorite dish, pasta was cooked but it wasn’t cooked by my mother. One of the home cooks taste lingered inside the pasta and I didn’t like it very much but I still continued to eat it all up. I had already a lot of problems and being anorexic was the last issue I needed in my life.

“Eat more, honey,” my mother said as she moved the plate to my side.

“No, I’m full,” I said as I rubbed my small stomach was crying to leave the dining room. Maybe I ate too much.

I was about to get up but my mother scolded me, “Wait for dessert,”

One of the servants soon got a dessert and it was bland pudding and raspberry cupcakes for me. I choose raspberry cupcakes because they tasted delicious and pudding just seemed gross to me.

“Ana?” My father pulled me out of my raspberry heaven.

“Yes, father?” I said with a mouth full of fresh, moist cupcakes.

“You do remember that tomorrow is your appointment with Dr. Wilson?” My father asked and I nodded my head while swallowing down every bit of cupcake left.

“What about school? I have an important test tomorrow,” I said after finishing up everything in my mouth.

“Don’t worry, I have already spoken about that to the principal and they’ll take care of it. Just worry about getting better,” my father said.

“I am trying,” I said. I wasn’t even trying a bit. I continued swallowing random pills that keep me high and numb for the entire day. I quit smoking substances because smoke alarms were placed inside my room and my parents could find out if I smoked anything. My anxiety and my panic attack were the same.

Nothing changed.

But I had hope just like my parents did from me.

“I know, you can go now,” My father said. I got up from the dining table and walked out of the room.

I went inside my room and played in my laptop for a while. I searched on different dating sites and chat with random strangers. I loved doing it. People would give me so much love when I chatted with them. It was the best way to time pass and I wouldn’t even get any real feelings because it is all behind a screen.

I chatted with an old man and then went off to sleep. In the middle of the night, my phone went off and it rang loudly. The music immediately woke me up and I picked up the call without even looking at the screen.

“Hello,” I said, still sounding asleep.

“Ana?” It was Chase. “Ana, I need your help!” He exclaimed out of fear. His voice was trembling and it seemed like he was in trouble. After all, he had never called me like this in the middle of the night.

“What? What happened?” I asked as I got up from the bed in worry. What did want from me?

“I need some money, real quick,” Chase stated.

“You know I don’t have any, my parents aren’t giving me anything and my credit card is still locked,” I said while rolling my eyes and placing my hand over my waist.

Chase groaned and replied, “Come on, steal, do something,”

“Why do you need it?” I asked what I should’ve asked in the beginning of this conversation. Chase often borrowed money and asked me to pay for my own drugs. Drugs were really expensive where I lived and Chase was able to get me all of them in a discounted price, however, I still couldn’t afford them because of my parents.

For a few weeks, Chase got me the drugs when he noticed my addiction and how severe it was. He also knew that I couldn’t survive without them. He didn’t mention money once in the past few days but he was doing today.

“Steal, Ana!” He repeated.

“Okay, fine, I’ll do something. But I can give them to you tomorrow morning,” I said and then I remembered that I had to go to the therapist too. “Actually, afternoon because I have another appointment tomorrow,” I added.

“Okay, but get me!” Chase said and after that, he cut off the call.

I threw my phone back on the bed and walked out of my room without creating any noise. I tiptoed downstairs and kept myself away from any awake servants. Surprisingly, everyone was asleep. The lights were switched off and silence spread everywhere.

I went towards my parent's room and opened it. The door made a bit of creaking noise but no one woke up from it and it suppressed down soon when I stepped inside.

My parents slept together and they had the biggest room in this house. It was a size of a small apartment anyone could get in this town. The bed was in the corner, by the window and there was drawer beside the main door where all the wallets and keys were dropped off.

I stuck to the wall and went towards the drawer where I could find all the precious money that my parents didn’t give me. They recently stopped giving me anything when they realized that I had been spending everything on drugs.

I pulled out my father’s Mont Blanc wallet and there were a few $100 notes inside. I grabbed them all and left one back before rushing out to the room. I sighed and closed the door behind me.

I went back upstairs to my room and counted how much I had gotten.

Gotten. Meet me tomorrow morning at 12 PM. See you!

I send this small message to Chase so he wouldn’t worry about money anymore. He was the only special person in my life and I couldn’t see him getting worried. I removed my shirt and laid down on the bed before slipping of to deep, slumber sleep.

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The next morning, instead of my father driving me to the place where the therapist was, the driver took me. I went along with him and told him to later take me to the mall because I needed to go shopping. I also texted Chase the location where he could come and meet me and get his money from me.

Meanwhile, I went for my therapy session with Mr. Wilson.

“How are you feeling today, Ana?” He asked as he sat down beside me instead of in front of me. The small amount of distance between us both made me nervous and it also made my stomach tingle.

It hadn’t been a minute since I had seen him and I was already getting that tingling sensation.

“Good,” I said after a moment of silence. I sighed and prepared myself for all the question that was going to come my way like last time.

“How is your school?” He asked.

“It’s good too,” I replied, I looked down to my lap and began to play with the short skirt I wore. I didn’t know how I came into this short skirt but somehow I did and it looked incredibly sexy. Below the skirt, I wore see-through net that reached up till my thighs and I wore thick fabric boots because it was slightly thundering outside. I didn’t want to get wet.

“Is something worrying you?” He asked, leaning closer to me. I licked my lips and shook my head immediately.

“No—nothing,” I stuttered, a lot of things were worrying me and I just didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to tell this stranger everything about my life. Wouldn’t that be weird?

“You can trust me, Ana.” Dr. Wilson whispered and for a moment I was captured into his voice.

“There is a girl in my class who keeps on hurting me,” I said in a low voice so he couldn’t hear me but I’m sure he did anyway.

“How does she hurts you?” Dr. Wilson asked.

“She used to be my best friend before and then I told her all my secrets. She knows everything about me and what I have done, she keeps on blackmailing me and hitting me and calling me different names.” I explained. Rosalie did more than that, she blackmailed me for money and other things that I could no longer provide.

“You should tell your parents about this,” Dr. Wilson suggested. I shook my head and fisted my hands together before looking up to him. I tried my best to keep my eyes away from this man but I just couldn’t. I got lost into his hazel eyes every time. I didn’t know what was so enticing about this man. He was so old and handsome.

“She’ll tell my parents all my secrets too,” I said.

“What else is there apart from self—harm and drugs?” Dr. Wilson asked with worry in his tone.

I gulped, “Nothing, I don’t do anything else. It’s just some other secrets that I told her when I was small,”

“Look at me Ana and don’t f*****g lie to me,” My eyes widened with terror when that sole voice lingered in my head. I gasped out fear, not wanting to look at the dreadful man who ruined my life. I closed my eyes tightly and I was about to scream but the someone touched my shoulder and pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Ana?” I looked to my left and the doctor was sitting there. The man I dreaded from wasn’t there and it was just my imagination. A sigh out of relief slipped past my lips and I closed my eyes.

“What happened?” Dr. Wilson asked.

“Nothing—I just, time out. I need to go to the washroom,” I said as I got up from the couch and rushed out of the room. I had no idea where the washroom was so I asked the assistant and she directed me towards the corner. I went inside and looked at myself in the mirror. My heart was beating rapidly and my lungs were gasping for air. The dread lingered around my body and I couldn’t get rid of it.

I opened my small purse and pulled out a pill. I swallowed it without any water because it was the only thing that could calm me down and make me forgot all those horrible. After spending a few more minutes in the washroom, I walked out, all normal and calm.

Ready to go back to my therapist.