Chapter seven
"I've been looking all over for you," I lied. Amethysts was walking towards me with short strides and a fast pace. Her hair was thrown in a messy pony tail on the top of her head and I could see her features more. She was beautiful, I'll have to admit. Her eyes were large and brown. She sort of resembles a lost puppy. "Where were you?" I asked her.
"I was in the kitchen helping cook." Amethyst simply replied. She didn't look at me and continued walking down the corridor.
I wondered if she was mad at me for some reason. She didn't seem content with the fact I talked to Luke. It looks like the two had a history, probably. They didn't seem to like each other much. Amethyst is the only friend I've made and I don't want to lose her, but she overreacts so much. I wonder how she'll act when I tell her I kissed him.
You won't tell her, Alaska.
Okay, maybe I shouldn't tell her. If she doesn't think I should talk to Luke, she doesn't have to know. What she doesn't know won't kill her.
"Did I do something?" I inquired. I picked up my pace to catch up with her.
Amethyst shook her head. "You didn't do anything, Alaska. I just see bad in your future."
"Bad?" I asked. "How can you see bad?"
"You can save yourself though. But only if you stop talking to him. He's no good for you. I heard you were snogging in the bathroom with him. You need to cut it out, Alaska. He's not safe."
"Why isn't he safe?" I spat. "You have no right to tell me who I can and cannot talk to. He's just as safe as everyone else in this mad house!"
She stopped and turned to me, locking her eyes with mine. "I warned you."
Then she walked away.
What a crazy bitch! She thinks she can tell my future and shit? Well, I think that's a piece of horse crap. The only person who can see my future is - well, nobody. It's quite impossible, actually.
I resisted the urge to follow Amethyst and wandered down the other end of the corridor. I had no clue where to go seeing as if I did not know my ways around the building yet. However, I didn't care where my legs took me at this point. The boredom that was building up inside me was driving me crazy, and I needed my mind to be occupied somehow.
I saw Karen and waved to her. She was walking down the hallway alone and gave me a crooked smile. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and she was wearing a pair of black dress pants and a purple blouse. I couldn't help but wonder about why I had to wear these stupid clothes and why the workers did not.
"Alaska, hello." She said, smiling at me. "They're looking for you in therapy. You have an appointment apparently and they've been searching for you all day. It's just to get to know you a bit." She smiled at me. God, does this woman ever stop smiling? Probably not.
I didn't want to talk to a therapist. I've been with a countless number of therapists in my life and mine of them have come close to working. It seems like they all give up on me, which I'm okay with. Nothing is wrong with me and maybe that's why they left. Not because they didn't believe I would get better, but because they believed I was already well and they had no work to do. Yeah, that's why.
Karen pointed to a door that was at the end of the hallway. She told me to knock and then enter once someone told me I could come in. I approached the door and gulped. It was a tall wooden door with the name Dr Demarco carved in a name plate. I lifted my hand to the door and knocked lightly a few times.
"Come in!" They yelled to me.
I turned the knob of the door and it swung open to reveal a man, maybe in his late forties, sitting at a large wooden desk. He smiled at me, which was rather creepy as fuck if I do say so myself. His pepper colored beard was shaggy and his hair was black too with whites sticking out. He had dark brown eyes that looked to be almost black. It was like I was looking at the devil and the devil was looking right back at me.
"Alaska Young," he spoke slowly and clicked his tongue in his mouth. It looked like he was sucking on a hard candy. "it's good to finally meet you."
He stared at me and examined me up and down. He was creepy, but I figured he couldn't be an actual creep because he works as a therapist and it says he's a doctor. But then again, anyone could be a creep.
"Take a seat," he offered me. "I just want to get to know you a bit."
"Why?" I asked him. Why did he care so much bout getting to know me?
"Well," he said. "I need to know you so I can help you."
"Maybe I don't need help." I spat.
He laughed. "Everybody needs some type of help, Alaska."
I ignored the stupid comment from the stupid man and took a seat in the chair that was in front of his desk. The chair sucked major balls and was hurting my butt, but I sat anyways.
Doctor Demarco examined me before he finally looked down. He flipped through his clipboard and lowered his glasses onto his door.
"How are you, Alaska? Be honest."
I shrugged. I hate adults because they always ask how you are doing, and you always have to lie and say okay. However, I think Dr D is different and I can be honest with him. How was I? Well, I'm not sure. I believe I'm pretty good, regardless of the fact that Amethyst is being an annoying fuck. Other than that, I'm in Neverland.
"I'm fucking awesome." I replied.
A/N: THIS IS SO SHORT AND SHITTY IM SORRY I JUST HAVE BAD WRITERS BLOCK AND A LOT OF SHIT HAS BEEN GOING ON EW IM SORRY ILY BYE
