"Okay," says the doctor "lets begin."
"Okay?" i say
"How old are you?"
"Don't you already have it?"
"Yes, but i have to ask."
"17 almost 18."
"What is your full name?"
"Tris Ann Nevaeh." This getting boring really fast.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
"So, why are you here?"
"I don't know. You probably know more than me."
"Have you been self harming?" she says looking at me the way my mom does when I lie.
"Why is that your business?" I say. She is getting me mad now.
"Because your safety is my business."
"No." I say in a higher voice than I mean to. That usually happens when i lie.
"Can I check?"