Because Of The Bucket List

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Arielle, are you listening?" Julia asks me, once again. It's the sixth time she's asked that damn question.

"Yup." I huff.

"This is your fourth visit. Eventually, you will have to talk." She sighs.

I shrug.

I know that she's right. In one of these stupid sessions, I will have to talk. Not today, though. I'm not ready. There's just no point in talking to a complete stranger. Opening up and telling someone I don't know all of my problems. It's crazy. She won't understand. No one understands or cares.

"Arielle, just tell me one thing, even if it's small. Just one thing." She begs.

"Fine! It was horrible. It was like a terrible nightmare I couldn't wake up from. There you go! Times up!" I shout and storm out.

I get in my car and leave.

This is so damn stupid! It's stupid and pointless. My mom forces me to come here every Thursday. No matter how hard I try to explain I don't need to see a stupid therapist, she doesn't listen. I wasted all of my summer coming here. It's absolutely ridiculous.

I drive to the local coffee shop and order a huge Mocha Latte. I sit at a table by myself and gaze out the window.
My life is like a pathetic sad movie. You know those kinds that seem like they'll end well and then the main character gets hit by a bus. That's my life. I'm the one who gets hit by the bus. The thing is, that one movie scene, it's on repeat.

I drink my coffee and head home.
Crestwood is the smallest town I've ever lived in. We moved here about a month ago, after I got hit by that bus again. My mom is hardly ever home. She's a nurse and works nightshift. It's kind of a relief. When she's home all she does is interrogate me.

I get home and go straight to bed. Maybe tonight I'll actually get some sleep.