Therapy

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I feel my legs moving, but I'm not controlling them. I hear the school bell ring in my ears as I run to the outside of my school. It's lunch time and I'm eager to have some fresh air to control my anxiety. I turn the hall corner as I hear a voice yell in my direction.

"KAI!" Ms. Taylor (the principal) yells.

I suddenly slip and fall as I slide down the hall floor a few inches until hitting her legs. I hear a few giggles from students nearby.

"Young man. No running in the halls, now get up. I have something else I need to talk to you about." She says loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear.

I stand up silently and she walks into her office, so I follow her. I guess I don't get to go outside. I take a seat in her office as silence fills the room.

"Kai Riley, some teachers have notified me that you have been hyperventilating and possibly cutting yourself." She says as a chill runs through my spine. "Now I think that will have to speak to the student councilor each day and I will notify your parents to send you to therapy."

"No I'm fine," I said, "You don't need to do that. I just have anxiety the rest was just rumors i guess."

But it wasn't.

"Okay but if you are ever having problems with anything make sure to stop by my office," she said.

I always feel like people care but when i ask for help they are just like "deal with it you're fine". I am not fine, I just wish I had someone who legit cared... and stayed.




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