A lost Soul

CHAPTER 2

Amethyst's P.O.V

The rest of my classes went per usual. Sit in seat, take down notes, do my work and leave after the bell. 5 more minutes

until the end of day bell.

5 more minutes until I'm expected to be heading towards the councillors office.

What am I going to say? What is the counsellor going to ask me?

I began to massage my temples. Maybe I should just bail. Just go home.

I'm afraid that I'm going to be asked questions that I have been avoiding for a long time. I have my 5 o'clock shift at the

Valentine Cafe today, so I guess if the meeting goes longer than it should, I have an excuse to leave.

My thoughts were interrupted when the bell rang. Everyone ran out and greeted their friends. I packed my books and

made my way to the counsellors office, purposely going slow... Thinking about what I was about to get into.

....

I knock a quite knock on the councillors door. Unfortunately, It opened immediately. Mr. Smith stood in front of me. He

was wearing a plain white long sleeve shirt and denim jeans. He had thick, coffee coloured hair and bright green eyes.

Many girls found him attractive. "Amethyst! Come in." He said as he gestured me into the room. I came in and slumped

my school bag next to the chair which was across Mr. Green's desk and sat in it.

He sat in his chair and began writing in his notepad.

"So, how are you?" He asked me with another, sweet smile. I've noticed he smiles a lot.

"Jolly" I said with a quick smile and then looked out the window,

"How is school work going?"

"Amazing"

"I heard you got 68% in your history test. Mr. Hans told me he thought you could do a lot better. Do you think you did

your best?"

" history isn't my strong point. Never really liked it. Why live in the past... Right?"

He just looked at me, as if he knew everything in the world.

"Right" he said with yet another smile.

"So I understand you are working part time."

"How did you..?"

He chuckled. "I have my ways"

I stared. "I saw you once, waiting tables at the Valentine Cafe. Do you think this job might be the reason you aren't...

Focusing? Because maybe you're too tired because you work late shifts?"

"Look Mr. Green, I have my reasons for wanting to work. And frankly, the reason I am not paying attention in class is

because..."

"Of your mother... She was an amazing woman."

My eyes started to become blurry. Hearing anything about my mum hurt. She died 10 months ago, in a fire. She was the

manager of a small restaurant. She was the last one there, she stayed there for locking the place up and.. A fire started..

Somehow. No one knows. Probably something in the kitchen. She was trapped in the fire.

That there... Was the reason I am paying attention to anything. Not just school. Everything. Except work. When it comes

to work I try my best. My family needs the money...

"Amethyst?" Mr. Green asked, searching my face.

He handed me a tissue box. I was surprised. I didn't even know I was crying.

I took some tissues and wiped my face.

"It was a horrible time for us all" he explained.

My mum used to help with many functions for the school, nearly all the teachers knew her. She always brought food for

students. She was an amazing cook. Thinking about her made me want to gag.

"I just want you to know tha-"

"No..no!" I yelled. I couldn't bear the thoughts of my mum. I began curling inwards, holding my stomach and putting

my head on my legs. I shut my eyes hard.

Mr. Green got out of his chair and came around the desk to kneel down and look at me.

"Hey.. Hey" he said in a soothing voice, "don't worry. I am just trying it help you. I want you to feel better.."

I shook my head violently.

"Don't you understand! It won't ever be better! My mum is..." I couldn't even say it.

"I need her. Everything has gone upside down. Dad doesn't do anything anymore. He just stays home and watches TV!

Me and my brother are the reason the bills are paid and food is in our fridge! He wasn't the only one who was effected

by mums dea-" I gagged. We sat there in silence. He didn't take his eyes off my face. I didn't dare look at him.

After a few minutes I had realised that I told him... Everything. I just.. Broke.

It was the first time I had talked to someone about mum and everything, since her death. I shuddered.

"Are you okay?" Mr.Green asked.

"I need you to forget about what I told you. Just.. I..it..I'm just tired. I want to go home."

He paused for a moment and then nodded. I got up, picked my bag up and slung it over my shoulder. At the door I

turned to face Mr.Green. "Please do not tell anyone about what I told you."

"What is said in that room, stays in that room, Amethyst" he assured me.

I nodded. Then walked to the exit. I missed my bus, obviously. And our session had gone for a while, it was 4:30. If I

walked fast enough, I could make it to the cafe in time for my shift.

Saying that, I began walking. And thinking, about what I said in that room. I was so determined that I wouldn't answer

any question relating my personal life and in the end I told him everything. I didn't even try NOT to.

Maybe... Maybe I wanted to talk about it. About everything, to someone. Maybe I secretly wanted to admit that

everything I said was true, that maybe it would make me feel better. Well, it didn't. It made me feel worst. A lot worst.