Conversations With Ana

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"So, Ana, would you like to tell me why you were in Gordon's room this morning?"

"No."

"Would you like to talk about your brother?"

"Not particularly."

"Okay, how about we talk about that night?"

I gave her an irritated look.

She just stared at me.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Silence was never an answer for Dr. Adren.

You had to be direct with her.

Which was fine by me, I was usually a very direct person.

I cleared my throat and answered her: "I don't talk about that night. With anyone. At all."

"Well, I'm your therapist and I say you should."

"You're right. I probably should, but I won't."

"And why is that, Ana?"

"Because some stories you keep to yourself. Some stories, you just never tell anyone."

"That's not a reason, Ana. That's an excuse."

I narrowed my eyes at her.

Couldn't she just understand that I didn't want to talk about it?

No one else had ever bothered me about.

Everyone else seemed to have enough common sense to realize that it was a door in the back of my mind that should remain firmly shut.

Dr. Adren just did not seem to be able to comprehend this.

It annoyed me to no end.

So instead of replying to her silly accusation, I told her about how it annoyed me.

She replied by saying: "You get irritated and angry a lot. Do you know that?"

I was almost taken aback.

She had answered so smoothly and calmly, that it was as if I hadn't changed the topic at all.

As if we had been discussing this topic the entire time.

She didn't wait for me to answer her question.

She just continued talking while I gawked.

"I think that you use anger and sarcasm as a way to hide how you really feel."

I recovered fast after that, glaring at her.

She knew nothing.

I told her that she knew nothing.

She smiled at me.

"I know plenty about you."

That was what she said to me, causing me to raise my eyebrows.

Surely, she was joking.

The only people who really knew me were Mel and Kyle.

And now Kyle was dead so there was only Mel.

I suppose two can only keep a secret if one of them was dead.

And I wanted the real me buried six feet deep next to Kyle.

My secret was safe and so was his.

I shifted in my seat, frowning.

Dr. Arden sighed, tapping her well manicured nails on her tablet.