We are Broken (Emmaline)

[cameron]

Exover Endor; District 10

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I had been sitting in the cold, iron chair for over an hour now, listening to people's problems. Why I was put in this group therapy session, I don't know. I have never had problems coping with my dad leaving, or being blind, so I had no reason to be here. I had no reason to be here listening to people spill their hearts out to a group of people they don't even know. I could be home, lifting weights, or something...Anything, really. Anything would be better than this. I do not care at all that this girl was raped by her grandfather, that's disgusting and I could simply care less. I don't particularly like hearing about how this guy got his ear chopped off by a soda machine, and how his dog ate his ear so the doctor's couldn't sew it back on. I don't even want to begin to know how that came about, much less hear all the "torment and trauma" he's been through.

And when the therapist calls on me, I do not want to talk about my problems.

"So, Exover, is it?" the therapist asks me. I imagine her as a skinny, tall lady with greasy black hair pulled back in a pony tail, wearing all white. In my mind, she has a frail, thin face, and a long pointy nose like a bird. Of course, her looks don't matter to me. I hate her. I hate her possibly white clothes and her possibly greasy hair. I just do. She continued, "what kinds of things have been bothering you lately? Any teasings you have had to endure for whatever reasons? Hello, son? I am over here."

I sigh and look in her direction. I knew where she was, but I could care less about eye contact. I couldn't tell if I was making it or not,

"I'm blind. My dad tried to kill my mom and me. He got away, never seen him since. Can I leave now?"