Suicide is real

Therapist

"How am I supposed to be a therapist, you do it" I argued back with him causing him to groan loudly 

"Just do it" He shouted 

"Whatever" I pulled out my phone and searched up questions asked in a therapy lesson 

"Lucas how're you feeling"

"Fine"

"Really?" I said 

"Yes, next question"

"Has anything been going on, at home or school, or work?"

"No, next question" 

"What's your favorite type of food?"

"Dunno, next que-"

"Lucas" I shouted "You have to have trust for this stupid thing to work"

"Why would I trust you?" He asked as he leaned on the metal bar 

"Just do it" I sighed heavily 

"Re ask" He simply said 

"How're you feeling?"

"Bad"

"Why?"

"That wasn't a question asked"

"Well now it is, why?"

"Just not in a good mood I guess"

"Why? Something going on at home? School? Work?" I gauged his eyes for a reaction but when there wasn't one I groaned internally 

"Yes" 

"What?" I tilted my head in question 

"Its the first session, you don't need to know"

He had a point 

"Favorite color?"

"Black"

"Favorite food?"

"As I said before, I don't know"

"Am I supposed to be writing this all down?" I questioned, I quickly ripped out a piece of paper and wrote down all the questions and answers 

"Parents situation? Siblings?"

"Mum is here, dad isn't, a little sister"

"Where's your dad?"

"Skip"

"You can't just skip a question that quickly"

"Well I just did, next question"

"How're you, really?"

"Better"

"Switch" He grabbed the paper and turned it over 

"Rosie, how are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling okay" I lied 

"Lie" He jotted down my 'answer' "Why're you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, just, happy? you know" I fumbled with my words 

"No" He cleared his throat "Anything going on? At school? At home? After school? At work?"

"Uh" I fiddled with my finger tips before answering 

"I'm going to be honest, unlike someone here, there is something going on at home, but I rather not say" I shrug

"Good answer" 

I nodded at myself feeling slightly proud for giving an honest answer

"Favorite color?"

"Black, blue and mint green" 

"Good combination"

"I know"

"Favorite food?"

"Lasagne"

"Situation with parents? Any siblings"

"I have 2 brothers, 1 sister, they're all younger than me, my mum is here, my dad isn't, simple"

"Where's your dad"

"Skip"

"Hey, hypocrite" 

I smiled slightly 

"How're you feeling?"

"Same as you, I'm feeling better, this library makes me feel so happy"

"I mean in general"

"Oh"

I look around until my gaze stopped at his eyes "Better" I answered honestly hoping that he could see it in my eyes that I was being as honest as it gets

"Therapy session is done" He folded the paper and gave it to me

"Lets go back to the room" I nodded and walked over to the door "Bye library" I waved slightly and walked out 

We walked down the hallway in silence, I opened the door slightly and walked in with Lucas 

"You're back" She smiled

Obviously fake 

"We did our own therapy lesson in the library" 

Her smile blossomed into a real one 

"That's fantastic, if you want you can do that everyday?"

"That was the plan" I muttered 

"Okay guys, home time" 

Everyone flooded into one as they left the door with anticipation, I walked out slowly and took the long route home