15 year old Peter:*playing with a rubber ball while in the therapist office*

Therapist:You know you have to talk to me soon

Hmm okay okay,therapy therapy therapy,blaw,blaw,blaw*gives a smug smirk*

Therapist:*sighs*your father and step mother

Daya's my real mom*glares at the therapist*never forget that

Therapist:*raises an eyebrow intrigued*and did Daya give birth to you?

No...

Therapist:Than why do you say she's your real mother?

C-cause shut up!!

Therapist:Hmm..I read your file...real mother abandoned you when you were young so you see Daya as the mother you never had,Uncle died when you ten and you blame yourself for his death,and your birth mother hurt you when you were just a baby,and recently you tried to kill yourself...

*looks away*

Therapist:my mother would hurt me too...she'd come home drunk and beat the shit out me so I wouldn't let her touch my brother

I-I'm sorry...

Therapist:Peter...

Yeah...?

Therapist:Its not your fault

I know it's not my fault....

Therapist: Its not your fault...

I know...

Therapist: It's not your fault..

I know

Therapist;No you don't,its not your fault...

I know...

Therapist:It's not your fault alright,its not your fault

*voice cracks*Don't fuck with me....

Therapist: It's not your fault...

Don't fuck with me alright!! I'm not you alright!!*tears up*

Therapist*pats Peter's head*its not your fault..it never was*

*cries and hugs the therapist*

Therapist:*pats Peter's back*let it all out..let it all out

*calms down a bit and wipes eyes*

Therapist:*Smiles softly*better?

*nods*

Therapist:atta boy,our time is up..I'll see you next week,okay?

Okay*walks out of the office and plugs in ear buds and listens to music as he walks home*

-Trying to get better