Author's note 2024: I made changes to prevent wattpad guidelines violations.

"In all the wild world,
there is no more
desperate a creature,
Than a human being
on the verge of losing love. "

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"How have you been, Mr Grayson?"

I bent forward and placed my elbows on my knees. How have I been?

I stared down at my bare feet that were tapping themselves impatiently against the cool marbled floor.

"Um, how have you been?"

I wriggled the fingers of my feet. hmm, Still working. I Rubbed my palms against my jeans and sighed. I was anxious. The world felt like a huge burden on me right now. And the uninvited guest sitting in front of me was doing no good to make my anxiety go away.

The old hag cleared his throat.

"How have you been, son?"

I nodded at him and then turned my attention back to my feet. My nod meant that I was okay but I didn't know whether I was actually okay or not. I couldn't feel anything at that moment. I couldn't think of anything else, I was blank. I wanted this conversation to end as soon as it could.

"So, how was your day ?"

"Fine."
The glass of his wristwatch shone from the sunlight coming from the window, the glistening made me think of the pieces of broken glass on the floor of my room ,and about the empty beer bottle hiding behind me.

It was just a 'fine' what the Fuck he was writing down?

I looked towards the window beside the couch and stared at the annoying birds perched on the sun valley maple in my yard. I need to get rid of them. I sighed rubbing my temples and looked down. While scratching the right toe of my left foot, I noticed a small raw scar on my ankle.

The old hag cleared his throat again.

"Do you want water ?"

"No."

"Then shut up. "

I pressed my toe against the wound. Hurts, Fucking bitch! It was probably from last night.

"What did you eat today?"

what was he, my mother?

I shook my head and looked down at his black worn out shoes.
I don't want them in my house again.

"Okay, what did you last watch on the TV?"

"My face. " I said, pressing my wound again. This time it didn't hurt. It felt fucking great!
My lips twitched upwards involuntarily, goddamn. I raised my head to see the wrinkled man's pale blue gaze on me. He eyed me with curiosity. Like he was trying hard to find the reason behind my smile.

Well, Fuck.

"Would you mind explaining yourself?"

"Yes." his eyes widen and I stared at him while leaning back.

"Uh, okay. Did you sleep well ?"

"Yes. "

Two Beers and some sleeping pills did good to drown me into slumber.

He started writing the fucking
Anatomy of 'yes' this time.

"I don't want you in my house again with those shoes. "
I pointed towards his ratty shoes and pinned him with my glare. His pen came to a halt and he looked at me with frightened eyes.

"I'm very sorry. " he looked down at his shoes and shifted uncomfortably.

"You should be. Are you done?"

I wanted a puff or two. No, I needed it badly.

Listen here, son, I'm just trying to help you. Please cope with me. "

"I do not need any help." I shot back, gritting my teeth.

I didn't need anyone or any help. Fuck them!

"You do, son.
believe me, you do"

I stared out of the window to see the birds knocking each other off. Well, atleast someone here was having fun. I raked my hair and rolled up the sleeves of my shirt up to my elbows .

"What exactly do you want?" I asked and at the same time, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

That fucking assistant of mine got no work other than to attempt to convince me to let her spread her legs for me.

I huffed and decided to ignore her, like always.

He smiled at me. Who smile these days?

"So, tell me honestly what did you do today, how was your morning?"

"It was dark."

"Please elaborate. "

"I woke up at three in the morning. "

"Why so early?"

"I don't know. " I shrugged my shoulders at him.

" And what did you do then?"

I sighed. He wasn't planning to give up.

"---Crushed some beer bottles, bust my knuckles."
I sprawled my fingers to inspect the injuries.
Honestly, it felt good. "--watched my face on the blank TV screen punched a wall again, broke the kitchen chimney when I tried to switch it off --"

"Okay, stop!"
I looked up at him to find him watching me with wide eyes.
What did I do now?
He wanted me to spill it out, so I did.

He was done finally, I thought.

Maybe I should call Victoria over she would be some good, to help get me rid of the headache this man had just given me.

"Mr.Grayson, I think you should visit me tomorrow at my office, I want you to meet someone who will be able to help you." he said and took out a card from his wallet. His business card.

He thrusted it towards me, I quickly took it and flicked it off to my side."No."

"I am already having problem with dealing with you under my roof. There is no way I'm going to come to your office. You are only able to enter my fucking premises because of my mother, I don't want to have any business with outside my house you may leave now." I straightened up and was going to stand up when he interrupted me again.

I hate this man.

"Wait! Mr.Grayson, we are not finished. I'm your therapist and you need to listen to me." his wrinkled face scrunched up in frustration.

I gripped the back of my neck and groaned in frustration. He was getting on my nerves.

"Tell me one good thing you did today which you enjoyed and would like to do again and I will leave. " he smiled at me expectantly.

This man was a reminder of things that haunted me. He reminded me of everything I didn't have. Everything I needed. I couldn't bear with him for another second.

"I wrote a new suicide note this morning."

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