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I took a deep breath. “I’m fi-”
“Don’t answer fast. Let yourself think about it,” she interrupted me.
I frowned. “Do I need to think? Isn’t it a generic question?”
Her smile grew. “I’ll let you in on a secret: Shrinks don’t ask generic questions,” she said.
A smile teased my lips. At least she wasn’t trying to hide it.
I was expecting the hospital to send me a shrink and with everything in me, I was planning on ignoring whoever that was. But Tina Bailey kind of caught me off guard with her laid-back look. She didn’t seem like she was trying to be superior to me. Instead, she looked like me. Someone who didn’t have her shit together. Someone flawed and not perfect. That was the reason I wanted to give her a chance.
When she leaned back in the chair, I thought about how I was feeling.
“I’m tired,” I said.
She nodded. “What else?”
I looked at my wrists. Anger floods inside me. “And angry,” I added.
My answer didn’t surprise her even though it surprised me.
“Why are you angry, Maya?”
Swallowing, I caressed the gauze on my wrist before answering, “Because I failed.”
Her eyes roamed over my face, and she nodded.
“How old are you, Maya?”
“Twenty.”
“You look younger,” she said.
I snorted. “Do I? I don’t feel younger. Actually, I feel much, much older.”
“Tell me about yourself.”
Resting my head against the pillow, I stared at the ceiling. Seconds passed as she waited for me to talk.
Finally, I realized there was no way for me to sugarcoat my life even though I didn’t want to blow it on the sweet therapist.
“I have a mother who is high as a kite when she’s not in the hospital from an overdose. A father who contains more alcohol in his veins than blood. Three jobs a day I work to keep the roof over our heads. Oh, now one. I’m fired from two of them,” I told her with a robotic voice.
“Seems like your plate is full.”
I shrugged. “I was hoping to break the plate, but as you can see,” I said, lifting my wrists to show her.
“You don’t want to live this life,” she mused.
“Can you blame me?”
She shook her head. “No. But ending your life is the only way?”
I didn’t answer. What could I say? It seemed like the only way as I cut my wrists, apparently.
“Isn’t there anyone that would be worth living for?” she asked instead.
My gaze moved to the door like I could see Zeke there. I swallowed.
