Lost In Stereo {Sequel To LINLYAA}

Chapter Fifty Eight-Proud

"Amor verus numquam moritur." - Cassandra Clare

T E L L I E

Therapy.

I despised the word.

This session Anita had gone on about how I'd seen the psychiatrist this morning, it was pretty much the same as last time he said I had mild depression. The only difference about this time was that the psychiatrist said most of my depression would come from "parental abandonment". And dad definitely wasn't happy that the psychiatrist said that...

I really hated the psychiatrist I saw. (Dr Miller I think his name is) He's a real bastard and has this thing were he thinks he's god. And he most definitely isn't not god.

I didn't want to say anything to Anita right now. At first I was okay with saying stuff, but now I just wanted to go home. So I just shrugged and said yes or no. She seemed to get the message that I wasn't going to talk so she blabbed on about metaphors and quotes.

"Have you had any dreams lately?" Anita asked. I sighed, yet nodded. "Would you like to talk about it?"

"Well... I was in a hallway and there was a light, and I wanted to go in there but..." I explained. "This person was there and they stopped me. Then the person took their mask off. And it was me... Then I stabbed myself... Well not really you know, there was another me who stabbed me... But I don't really wanna talk about it..."

"Are you sure...?" Anita persisted. "Most drams symbolise something."

"I'm good..."

"Okay..." Anita muttered, then she continue her rambling on metaphors and quotes. But really I didn't listen, my mind kept on wondering to that dream.

Did it symbolise something?

"...Why do you guys play this?" I asked looking up to dad then to Zayn. I was sitting on the floor while they sat on the lounge tapping away on the Playstation controllers looking intently at the screen.

"'Cause we do." Zayn shrugged, still watching the screen.

"It looks boring."

"It is not boring Teej."

"Yeah it is..." I muttered with an eye roll. I looked at my phone in my hand sighing as yet again the screen was blank. No Instagram notifications, no Facebook notifications, no twitter notifications, no texts, no nothing.

What is wrong with the world?

"Hey sweetie," Dad started. "d'you wanna go get me a beer?"

"Not really." I replied curtly.

"Tellie."

"What? You asked, I answered."

"Just play for me," Dad said holding the controller out to me. "I'll get it myself. You want anything Zayn?"

"Nah, I have to go in like half an hour anyway." Zayn replied as dad got up from the lounge. "Darian will kill me if I'm not home by eight."

"'Cause of Ryder?"

"Yep."

"Dad can I have coke?" I asked, looking cluelessly at the controller.

"Make sure I win then we'll talk."

"I don't know how to play."

"Just press buttons and you'll be fine."

"But..." I trailed off as dad left the room. "Zayn, how do you play?"

"I'm not telling." Zayn smirked. "I want to kick your dads ass at this."

"Yeah but I'm your niece you should be nice to me." I pouted. I spun the controller in my hand, looking to the screen then to Zayn. "Just tell me a button."