I tear my gaze away from the rain splattered window and turn to piercing dark eyes. She gave a cocked brow, like every time I was in her office, urging me to say—something, anything. But just like all the other times, I kept my mouth shut.
She sighed, brushing her micro braids behind her shoulder, shifting her open notebook in her lap. "This is our thirteenth session, Mylah. You go back to school tomorrow. I can only help you if you let me."
The thought of school caused me to tense, mostly from the fear that curled through me. It only been two months since I last stepped foot into Tree Hill High. Not since Jimmy and An—teamed up to shoot up the school.
Not since I almost died there.
"It's normal to feel scared, especially after what you have gone through."
A bitter laugh escaped me, and I broke my silence. "You think I'm scared of going back to school?"
