Cømpletely Different (Johnnie Guilbert)

Tell Me Your Story

Dylan's POV

Ugh today is the day when I go to the therapist lady

Right now Angelina is driving Bryan's car with me in it

We soon got there

"do we have to go" I ask as she parked

"yep now get out" she opened my door for me

I moaned and dragged myself out of car

We walk to the old grey building and went to the front desk where a old man with a messy white hair his name tag said Smith

"Hi I'm here to check in my friend Dylan Blue" Angelina smiled at the man

He check his computer then look back at us with his uncheerful green eyes

"okay Dylan your therapist is Ms. Brink just the last office at the way end of that hall" he pointed to the hall way on the left

"okay Dylan I'll be here to pick you up soon" Angelina said

"K bye" I walk down the hall on my own

I'm a little grumpy cause I do not want to come here and talk about my feelings. I wish I was just with Johnnie hanging out and watching boring movies

I rather watch 10000 movies then be here

I get to the last door

I sigh and knock on the door

It opens and a lady with brown shoulder length hair with bits of grey and light brown eyes

"hello I'm Ms. brink you must be Dylan right" she ask me

I nodded

"please come in" she opened the door wider

I walk in and saw a small couch fit for one then a love seat across from it fitted for two people and then there was a desk with a swivel chair near the wall

"please go sit in the love seat" brink said to me

I did as told and sat on the couch

She sat across from me on the one seat couch

"so your friend told me that your depressed when this person isn't around and that you were starving yourself. please Dylan Tell Me Your Story everything why you did all this why you are depressed" she hop right in

"I'm not depressed" I said

"honey do you know what depressed really is" she ask

I shook my head slowly no

"let me explain this in a easy way. Depressed is when you are sad all the time, you lost Interest in some things you like to do and you like to be alone most of the time" she explained

"any of this is It true with you" she ask

Maybe it is

"so again please tell me your story I want to know your childhood" she said

Fine I will tell her my story

"you want me to tell you everything" I ask

Just making sure cause this is gonna be my life story

She nodded and tapped hers clipboard with the Blue pen

Everything in the room is getting louder the celling fan I can hear the little creeks I can hear the talking in the other room little footsteps walking down the hall

I've never told anyone my story she is gonna be the first

"please Dylan say everything" she said