Intro/ Hospital who?

Ugh, Psicologists

Hi guys, I hope you like this chapter 

I would like to dedicate this chapter to my bestie/sister Emma, girl you are an inspiration and keep dreaming, you gave me the strenght to keep going I love you

ENJOY!

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CHAPTER TWO

-Would you like to tell me Biper why you are here?- Dr. Donahue asked.

-Cause I tried to kill myself- I replyed angry. 

-Can I know the reason Little Miss?- I took a deep breath swallowing my pride and my lack of talking about it. 

-Because I was feeling depressed, angry, upstet and pain in my heart, I couldn't resist anymore- I said firmly, a little bit agressive and a ironic. 

-How you tried to commit the suicide? And by "How" I also mean with What thing- 

-I was in the bathroom crying like i did always, I grabbed some razor blades and started cutting my arms, followed by my legs, it hurted like hell and i dislike pain so I also took some pills i saw in the bathroom and swallow as many as I could resist, then I picked up the razor blades that were in the floor and cut my neck, thats all I remember Doc- when i finished I felt like I was sofocating. 

-So I assume you wanted to die rightaway am I right?- She said giving me the "I feel you" kind of look, stupid look. 

-Yes Doctor Donahue, What was your first clue- I said very agresively and sarcastic- Sorry Doctor, I really don't like talking about it I dislike the fact of letting my family down-. 

The session finished in two hours, Dr. Donahue prescribed me antidepressives; in the waiting room I saw my mother reading a cuisine book, we paid and we left. We barely said a word to each other, just the usual-How did things with Marissa went?- Fine, I guess a little intense- My mother didn't replied she just gave me an akward smirk, i saw she was going to said something so I spoke before she could said a word-How is your cuisine book, anything new?- I nailed it, if i'm good at something is changing subject in akward situations, my mom kept talking about how that cuisine book has been the difference with her students, i pretend to listen but tje reality is that I don't give a dime of whatever she's talking about, honestly i just wanted to go home and sleep till lunch time.