Song: You don't really know me- Jesse J

The next morning I wake up and first thing I am asked to go see Sarah. I'm not sure what all she is going to help me with but it's required to meet with her.

"Good morning Coralie....please come in have a seat," says Sarah with a slight smile. "I heard you left your room last night and ate in the cafeteria. That's an improvement. So how is everything going?"

"It is what it is." I tell her with a shrug.

"Coralie, I'm here to only help you."

I don't say anything as I pick up the fidget spinner off of her desk. I let it spin between my thumb and finger. She keeps staring at me...waiting on me to say something. I don't know what she expects from me.

"I need to talk to Coralie, so Cora needs to go away. Just for a few minutes is that alright?" She stares me down as if she really knows who I am at the moment.

I glare up at her. "How did you know? No one knows Cora?"

"You told me about her on our last visit. I like Cora but these sessions are for Coralie. Is that ok?"

I put the spinner back on her desk. I don't know how to explain how I can't just make her leave...it's too complicated up in my head. She doesn't want to leave but I keep telling her that I will be alright and I know she will protect me if I call for her. I can feel her letting go and fading only enough for my thoughts to surface.

"Your father gave me your journal. However I will not read them. I would rather hear from Coralie." She stops to look up at me.

I feel like I'm in some kind of trouble. But I don't let her get to me. I really don't want her to read the journals but if she has them it's not like I can get them from her now.

"So tell me about your family?"

"What do you want to know? My dad's a lawyer. My mom's a nurse...but I'm sure you already know that."

"Yes...they told me. I don't want to know what they do for a living; I want to know about the relationship between you. Do you guys get along with each other?"

"Yeah...I guess so. Well we did. I don't know about now." I shrug, pulling my knees closer to me.

"Why not now?"

"I don't know...for starters they left me here. I feel like I'm being punished for everything that happened. It's like they can't stand to see me so they send me here."

"I'm sorry you feel that way. I think they must really care about you. I mean they are helping you get the help you need to try to get better."

I sigh, "What if I don't want any help?"

"Coralie...tell me why you are here?" She asks again. 

I finally give in. "Because I thought it would be alright to take a bottle of pills and end it all. There is nowhere else to go I guess...everyone just wants to fix me. I'm here because they are making me be here."

"Are you broken?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Maybe. I wouldn't say broken but I feel like my life is shattered into a million pieces and no matter how much you try you can't put me back together. And if you do I will never be the girl I use to be."

She doesn't say anything. I guess she wants me to continue. I don't know what to say. "I took the pills because they found out the truth. I knew they would hate me. They would hate the things I did. They wouldn't understand the reasons behind any of it. I took the pills because my father looked at me like his heart had been shattered. Like he lost me. I knew when he read the other journal...I knew then life will never be the same. Not with him. He would see me differently." I tear runs down my cheek silently.

"I'm supposed to be the good girl. Never do anything wrong. I did everything wrong. I didn't want them to be ashamed of me. I'm not the perfect little girl."

She hands me a few tissues. "Why didn't you confront your parents?"

I start to laugh...and cry at the same time. "He said he couldn't handle it. Little did he know I was the one who couldn't handle any of it."

She pulls out two tissues from the box on her desk and hands them over to me. "So you think they hate you?"

I nod my head yes as a few more tears come. "Why would they not...I ruined everything," I sniffle.

"I don't see how that is possible, what did you ruin?"

"Can we please just talk about something else?" I dab my eyes and my cheeks with the tissue.

"Coralie the only way to get through this is to talk about it."

I know she is right but I'm just not ready. "Maybe next time." I tell her.

She looks up at the clock. "I see you are keeping up with the time today...you got plans to be somewhere?"

"Not really...just in my room, doing nothing."

"I would like to see you tonight at six for group therapy. Marie will take you alright."

I want to protest but I know it's not going to do any good too.

Later that evening Marie comes to my room to walk me to the therapy session. The seats are arranged in a circle. I so don't want to be here. I don't want these people to looking at me. I can feel everything inside of me slowly shutting down and Cora is easing her way back to the surface.

"Good evening....let's go around the room and introduce ourselves please," says Sarah.

I figure it out in no time. She wants everyone to say their name, why you are here and how long you have been here...then say something good about yourself. I have nothing good to say. Besides these people do not need to know who I am...hell I don't even know who I am.

I don't listen to anyone's sad little story. Like I said I am not here to make friends. I do find out that Zoey has been here for two months and yes she s a cutter...just like I thought. I don't know the reason behind it all but I'm sure by the end of the night I will know.

The boy beside her is so freaking hot. He has black hair that swooshes to the side and his ears and his nose has piercings. He looks like a bad ass, kind of reminds me of Harley....but so much cuter. I wonder how long it will take before we are hooking up in a supply closet.

He starts talking and I can't help but not look at him. I try to force myself to look away but I keep stealing glances at him. "You guys all know me...I'm Zayden. I've been her twice already...can't seem to get rid of me." He lets out a laugh. "This time I have been here close to three months. You guys know I have my addictions. I keep trying to quit...I really am trying. Ok I will this time. And I am looking forward to getting out of here." He smiles a wicked smile.

A few other's go then it is my turn. I huff. "I'm Cora..." I start to say but Sarah interrupts me.

"It's Coralie...Cora is not allowed to these sessions...please continue Coralie..." She looks back at me sternly. I know she is not playing around. I don't know why she can't accept who I am...all of me.

"Uhmmm...Uhmmmm." I start to panic. I can feel the walls caving in on me. I can't breathe...I need to get out of here.

She know it....she knows what I am thinking. "Coralie...you are fine, take a deep breath...please continue."

"I'm Coralie Alexander. I'm sixteen. I've been here for a few days...almost a week now I think anyway." I pause for a long time.

Zayden blurts out, "Why are you here?"

I look up at Sarah and she stares back at me, waiting on me to tell the group.

Zayden doesn't stop with his interrogation. "Why are you here....you look like a daddy's girl. What you didn't get what you wanted. Oh wait let me guess...the girls at school make fun of daddy's girl and you couldn't handle all the gossip...so what...you can't deal so you stopped eating right...maybe popped a few pills...seriously why are you here?"

The whole time that he won't shut up I feel her wanting to come to my rescue. "I...I...tried to kill myself." My eyes start to fill with tears.

"Why...for getting bullied...or because maybe you try so hard to be the perfect little daddy's girl?"

"That's enough Zayden," says Sarah.

But he goes on. "Get some balls...fight them back. You shouldn't let people get to you like that. You have no idea about the real world out there."

I'm trying so hard to keep Cora away but she is on the verge of exploding now and if she doesn't do it Willow is coming out.

"So you gonna start crying...oh my God...another whiner." He rolls his eyes and is so full of himself.

I stand up and get all up in his face. "You don't fucking know what the hell you are talking about...I probably seen and done why more than you ever have...I killed someone don't think I won't kill you." I stare him down not letting up.

"Yeah right you couldn't harm a fly," he sneers.

That's all it took, I snap. My hands are around his throat and I'm chocking the shit out of him. Arms come around me pulling me off of him. My body goes in defense mode. I try fighting them off of me but they are stronger than me. One of them gives me a shot and that's all I needed to let go.