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    Azarin pov:

     "Miss Bast, I am afraid we can't keep doing this. We have been at this for 6 months, and I am sorry to say but there is no development in your behaviour.
     It is wrong and disrespectful for you to come here for 6months and you have not gotten better. You are wasting your uncle's money,as well as my time and effort..."

       And here he goes again with his complaining,I mean doesn't the guy ever get tired. Yes it is true I have been coming here for 6 months, and i have been listening to his nagging every single day.
  
          It is nice to see that the old man has finally given up on me, after 6 months of me coming here, and staring at his face,while refusing to talk or show any emotion,is enough for anyone to give up.

         I am suprised he even endured me this long. He probably thought I was like his other patients.

  Too bad am not an idiot, who would spill all my problems,with the promise of him not telling anyone, yet he would tell my Aunt and Uncle, he is totally wrong.

       Maybe now my Aunt, will get the idea that I don't want to talk and finally let me be.

     This all started a year ago, when my parents were involved in an accident.     

    They both died instantly and I survived,   though I wonder why I didn't die with them, then I wouldn't have to listen to this old man everyday.

      My Aunt and Uncle thought they would take me to a therapist, and I'll more out my grief, cry, and move on like nothing happened.
    
   They expect me forget my parents and the accident,but I won't. How can I forget, when I am the reason they are dead.

    Well sadly you don't always get what you want,I learnt that the hard way.
 
    So here I am, sitted in a grey office, so dull that I have become color blind. 
 
  And an old man, that has probably passed his expiration date, at my Aunt's and Uncles attempt to "help me".

           I wonder if the man has noticed that I am not paying attention to him, but he is probably used to it, since I space out 20 minutes into every session.

        "Miss Batson, please pay attention"
   I turn to face him,and notice a scowl on his face, guess he noticed I wasn't paying attention.

          " If you would please listen, as I was saying, this would be our last session, as I can't help someone who doesn't want any help "

      He adjusts his glasses,a habit I have come to notice, and grabs a folder from his desk.
  
   " Here is your folder. A letter to your Uncle is in there, please send my regards to him" he gets up and passes the folder.

     Standing up, I collect the folder and smile just to piss the man. This is the first time I have shown any emotion to him.

      He scowls and griths his teeth, he is so easy to piss of. I think I should leave with a bang.

     I head for the door, which is on the other side of the room, but I turn back halfway.

        " By the way, I actually want help, just not from a crazy old man, who watches animal porn"

      The look on his face as I said that, is priceless. For the 6months I've spent with this creep, this is the only time I love to look at his face.

        As I closed the door, I could faintly hear the man cursing inside,and that is enough to send my into a fit of giggles.

      Finally,I'm free of this suffocating hell hole. Sighing I sit by the reception,and bring out my phone to check the time.
  
   Shit, it's just 2pm, and Aunt Rita usually picks me by 3pm,so I have an hour to do nothing.

    Maybe I can catch up on sleep, since I have insomnia. Using my bag as a pillow, I lay on the bench and try to sleep.
   
    If you can even call it that. I have only closed my eyes for ten minutes and a sound, oh who am I kidding, a shout jolts me awake.

     Sitting up, I look around and I notice I am the only one in the reception. That's weird, where did the staffs go to.

    Maybe they are having a meeting, anyway what is my concern. I lay back down and close my eyes, but another shout is heard, and this time I am on the floor.

      Damn, my butt hurts. Now I'm pissed, what reasonable human being, shouts that loud.

      Standing up,I dust my clothes and grab my bag. Since my sleep has been disrupted,I might as well look around.

    Since I have been coming here, I don't think I have seen anywhere in this building, apart from the office, and the reception.

     Walking down the hall, I notice that they are a lot of paintings here. Funny how I never noticed it before. I turn right and I am met, with another hall, but this one has many rooms I wonder, what is in the rooms.

     I continue walking around,till I discover that I am lost. I think I have broken a record, first human being to get lost in therapy building.

     I turn to try and retrace my steps, but a particular painting catches my eye. Dropping my bag on the floor, I go to take a closer look at it.

      It's a woman and a small boy. The woman is chasing the boy around the garden.

   But what gets my attention is the woman. Her hair is golden, and she has a broad shoulder, but the thing that shocks me are her eyes.

      They are so grey, that they resemble the moon. It also has specks of gold around. She's so beautiful.

    I wonder who she is-..
     
      "Ma'am?"
   
    I jump at the sound of an unknown voice. Turning around, I notice it's a staff. Damn that really scared me.

        "Sorry to disturb you, but your not supposed to be here. This is a restricted area. If you would please follow me"
   He says almost pleading, looks like he is in trouble for not doing his job.

   I pick by bag from the floor, and turn to leave, but not before taking one last glance at the painting.

       As we head back to the reception, I notice that one of the doors is open.
  I turn to look at the staff and, he is ahead of me. It won't hurt if I take a peek.

       I stop and head to the door, I peek inside, and there are three people inside. A woman, man and a young boy,who from his face,is probably around my age.

    I decide to close the door, when the woman suddenly starts shouting. I notice that she's shouting at the boy, and from the words coming out of her mouth, I can tell he is in serious trouble. I would hate to be him right now.

    As the shouting increases, I close the door to give them some privacy.

      My phone rings in my bag. It's Aunt Rita, I am sure she is here. I end the call and head for the reception.

      On getting to the reception, I meet Aunt Rita who is currently shouting at the receptionist.

    She turns and sees me coming, and runs to meet me.

       "Where have you been,I have been here for 30 minutes. I was worried something had happened to you. Are you alright?".

       Her eyes scan me, probably to check for any injuries. I can see she is genuinely worried, she always has been there for me,ever since the accident.

      "I am fine, Aunt. I just decided to look around that's all. Can we go now?"

       I can tell that my response makes her sad, but what did she expect me to say.

     She nods her head, and turns to leave, with me behind her.

     As I step out of the building, I can't help but think that, I no longer have to come here. I am kinda going to miss this place, as crazy as it sounds. This was the only place I had time to myself.

         I head to the car,and take one last glance at the building.

      "You okay honey"
   Aunt Rita says,as she notices me staring at the building.

        Honestly I don't know anymore.
     "I'm fine Aunt"
    She looks like she doesn't believe me, but she just let it go.

       I am pretty sure,I will get a lecture when we reach home. So I close my eyes and lay on the car seat, to get some sleep, because I am sure I won't be able to sleep in the night.
    
         But I still, can't get that painting out of my head. I wonder who that lady is.

A/N:  hi guys, so I have re-written the first chapter, please what do you think.

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