" Hello Tris, how are you today?" says my doctor.
"I would be better if i wasn't here." I say.
"Well, your mother doesn't think that."
"Well, I think I don't need to be here!"
"Who's making you do this again?" says my mom.
"Like I would tell you." I say.
"Why wouldn't you? I'm your mother, god damn it. And your father, he is beating himself up inside. we just............." my mother broke into tears, *crying* "we just want to know what is wrong, we just want to help."
"Well maybe, just maybe i don't want your help." I say as i get up and leave the room. And the doctor follows.
"So, you want to take a walk?" says my doctor.
"Yeah, and i would like it if you stop following me."
"Well, where are you going?"
"Away."
"Away from where?"