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❥I really wish I was anywhere but here.
I can feel my body sweaty in crevices I don't want it to, my nerves are sky rocketing. I sit in reception of my college waiting for Louise.
I wasn't going to come but I know if I don't, Issac will be upset with me later when I want it to be fun and happy. I have a few places in mind to take him.
I see people looking at me, they know why I'm here and they all give me sympathetic looks. I can't stand it, "Darcy?" Louise smiles down at me.
"Ready to go?" She tilts her head, I nod.
We walk down a corridor and into a first aid room where there's a examination couch, two chairs, a little table and a surface area with a sink.
I sit down and avoid looking at her, pulling my hoodie sleeves up and over my hand, fiddling with it.
"Before we start I just have to go over the important stuff" She looks at me. "Anything that is said in this room is just between us, I don't share this with anyone else. The only time I break that rule is to tell your GP if I think you're a danger to yourself or others"
I nod to her words, "Okay" I avoid making eye contact with her. I look at the pale walls, plane white with a few first aid posters up.
"So, let's start" She smiles, her soft eyes looking at me, "First tell me a bit about yourself" She rests her elbows on her knees.
I open my mouth but nothing escapes my lips, I don't know what to say as I slowly realise that there's not much about me to tell, "I love art" I mumble.
"Is that a course you're doing here?" She asks, "Yes, I've always wanted to come and do an art course" I smile a small smile to myself.
"Why's that?" She looks interested.
"It's a way for me to express myself, art is something that I think everyone finds beautiful in a way. Art always has hidden messages with in it" I look at her, her cheeks are a tint of pink, I'm guessing that's a shade of blusher and her skin is a tannish colour.
"How do you express yourself within art?" She moves one elbow from her knee positioning it into a fist and resting her chin on it. "Normally I express my emotions into it, if I'm happy I draw what makes me happy, but if I'm sad or angry I normally just let the pencil flow because I don't know what I'll draw, sometimes it's a broken flower or a girl crying, it's always something different"
"I see" She nods, I can tell she's thinking.
She takes a long pause filling the air with silence, "Darcy I'm here to help you, but I'll only be seeing you once a week so in the mean time I need to teach you how to look after yourself in those 6 days I'm not with you"
"You're the only one who can fight this, I'm just here to help you through that, we'll have six sessions, once a week and see how you are after that" Her voice is gentle, long pauses between sentences.
"But I need to know some things first before I can help you, I really need you to open up to me" She smiles catching my eyes.
I nod, "So, tell me your story" She sits back.
I take a pause before answering, my nerves building, "Well it all started from when I was little"
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"Darling Darcy" Issac's beaming smile appears in front of me.
I smile, the weather is beautiful today with the sun shining. I dressed myself in some black velvet loose shorts and a crop top.
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College Students
RomanceFirst day of college. Darcy Winters is a new student, she's quiet, quirky, lovable but not what people expect when they really get to know her, she puts on an act to mask what goes on in her head, to fight the battle of mental illness that controls...