You don't, judge me.
                       Cause if you did,
                Baby, I would judge you too.
-Julia Michaels; Issues (acoustic)

Wynter's P.O.V.

"Come in, Wynter." Dr. Primson grins ecstatically and I nod.

I walk into her office and I see she's added a few things. A record player, papers, markers, pencils, and board games.

"Hope you don't mind, I wanted to make sure you guys wouldn't get bored." She smiles and I audibly sigh.

Gee thanks, doc.

I throw my backpack onto the white couch and sit next to it, cross-legged.

"He should be here any minute!" Dr. Primson grins and I raise my eyebrows and grab a piece of paper and a pencil immediately.

'HE?!'

"Yes, he. You two are going to be great for each other." She says cheerfully and I sulk and sink myself further into the couch.

Suddenly I hear the door click open and a boy with a hood over his head and a leather jacket walks in.

"Mr. Linn! So glad you're-"

"Skip the formalities, I'm here to get this over with, where's the freak?" He says bluntly and I sink lower into the couch, squinting my eyes shut.

"Let's not call names. Wynter, stand up, please." Dr. Primson says and I gulp, standing up.

"A girl? You want me to meet with her? Fuck, she can't even watch where she's going, can you, Red?" The boy laughs heartlessly and takes off his hood, revealing his raven black, wavy hair.

"Mr. Linn!" Dr. Primson scolds and I nibble on my thumb nail nervously.

"Let's start over, you start, Mr. Linn. Your name, age, and how long you've been here.. then you two will take it from there!" She smiles and I cross my arms, self consciously.

"Sure. I'm Asher Jonathan Linn, I'm eighteen and I've been here since I was fifteen ..so I guess three almost four years?" Asher says dryly his green eyes darting from the doctor to me.

"Now, you." Dr. Primson says to me, gently.

I grab a piece of paper and Asher watches me, amused.

'Wynter Marie Adams, seventeen, 4 years.'

I show him the paper nervously, my hands shake and the paper shakes with them.

"Are you a mime?" He gives me an amused glance and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Right. I'm going to leave you two alone for the next few hours and I'll come back at four.
Mr. Linn, I think you'll find that Wynter doesn't talk much." Dr. Primson winks at me and I glare, while she closes the door behind her.

We just stood in awkward silence and I swayed from side to side anxiously and awkwardly.

"So let me tell you something, mime, I'm going to get out of here, and you aren't going to say a thing, like the good, little mime you are."  Asher smirks inching closer to me and I step back until I crash into a small table behind me and a vase almost falls to the floor but Asher catches it, just in time.

"Nice going. Well it was nice knowing you." Asher salutes me and makes his way to the window. I smirk.

This idiot, doesn't know that the window doesn't open, it has a key hole and the key belongs to Dr. Primson.

"Fuck! This damn window has a key hole!" Asher exclaims and kicks the wall, leaving a scuff mark on the wall.

I told you.

Well, not really.

I shrug and Asher groans, sitting on the couch.
I take a seat across from him on the therapists leather chair.

I fiddle with my thumbs and try to ignore his stare. His eyes would linger in a few places and he licked his lips while examining me from head to toe.

"So what's your story, Red?" He smirks, and rubs his chin.

I grab a piece of paper and pencil.

'My name is Wynter.'

"I know." Asher says and unbuttons his leather jacket. In the inside of the leather jacket is a pocket, and inside the pocket is a flask.

My eyes widen.

He takes a swig and lets out a satisfied sigh after.

"Shocked? Don't I look like I should be in a picture perfect family?" He snaps and chuckles bitterly.

I scribble on my paper.

'What's your story?'

I asked that instead of saying he could get in trouble for the alcohol. Because he clearly looked like someone you don't want to mess with.

"Don't ask questions, Red, you're not my fucking therapist." He lets out a chuckles.

"I don't want to be here and neither do you, so how's this gonna work?" Asher takes another swig out his flask and I look down at my rain boots.

For the rest of the afternoon we were awfully quiet, me looking down at my boots, and him taking swigs from his flask.

When the session ended, neither of us had change.

I guess they are really going to have to get used to each other.
Maybe it's not possible?
Hm. Hope you liked it!
Thanks for reading.
-E

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Issues (acoustic)  - Julia Michaels

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