AN: Thanks to SweetLovinCullen and DreamOfTheEndless for pre-reading. This is an idea that's been playing on my mind. It will update at any time, likely more than once a week.
"So, Bella... what brings you here today?"
I look around the room, wondering why on earth I'm even here. I mean, I know I wanted to talk to someone, but I am really in the right place?
The room is kind of dark. I expected it to be brighter... happier maybe. But it's sort of bland, like there's no personality to it. I can't see any photos of this guy's life, you know, like a picture of his family or significant other. Maybe he doesn't have any.
I snap my head back around to the man sitting opposite me. I realise I haven't answered the question. What has brought me here today?
"I see you've written on this form 'mood and anxiety'," he points out, looking at the piece of paper in his hands. "Do you want to start there?"
I nod. I can already feel a build up of emotion. I'm not even sure why. I have nothing to cry about. I feel like I could be wasting this guy's time. Maybe that's what's upsetting me. I'm wasting yet another person's time, as well as my own.
I take a deep breath and decide what to tell him about why I'm here, or parts of it at least. I'm not even sure I know why.
"For a while now... I've been feeling... low." I start to pick at the hem of my t-shirt, avoiding his gaze. "I couldn't find a reason for it at the time. I've been feeling better lately, but... I think I had a panic attack a few days ago. That hasn't happened to me before, so I thought getting some perspective on it would help."
He nods after listening to my feeble explanation.
"And that's what brought you here today? The panic attack?"
"Okay..." He deliberates what to say next as I feel my tears betray me. He sits quietly as they run down my face. I notice a box of tissues on the table beside me and decide to take one. I dab it at my eyes, seeing the remnants of any make up I was wearing now being washed off.
"I'm sorry," I say. "I don't know why I'm crying... I hate crying."
He smiles gently at me and replies, "If your tears could talk, what would they be saying?"