Isabella's point of view
"How do you feel today?" My annoying therapist began again. Since the past week, she has been trying to get me to open my mouth but I kept mum.
"I feel like I don't need you in my life," was my reply to her current question. She was lucky I got a reason to talk today.
Instead of my therapist frowning her face like the others do when I talk to them that way, she smiled at me instead.
After I was discharged from the hospital, Niklaus, my father would send me here and have me listen to this woman ramble about death, grieving, and blah blah.
Honestly? If this was her method of getting me to talk, It sulked terribly; she bored me to death. I just didn't want to talk to anybody at that time, why don't they all get it?
"You're a fierce one, which is an improvement," she said, jotting down God knows what into her notebook.
