Zak POV

My anxiety is building up.

Everything is becoming a burden. I'm not sure if I can handle it.

Every second of everyday I'm sitting here thinking, I need my pills.

I know it's wrong but I can't get the thought out of my head. I'm always so close to talking to Darryl about it but then I decide against it. Like this one time:

"Hey Darryl?" I said.

"Yeah?" He asked. The Office was on the tv and Darryl was watching.

"I need to tell you something." I said. I walked over and sat next to him, he paused the show and turned to me.

"What's up?"

Just tell him you need help.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Never mind."

I got up and ran to my room.

I'm so close but so far.

But today I decided, I'm going to tell him for real. I'm not going to run away from my problems.

So as usual Darryl was sitting watching Th Office. That's literally all he does, he has a pretty boring life.

Anyway I sat down and he paused the tv without me needing to ask. "Are you gonna tell me this time?"

I nodded, I was just planning to say, I need help, I can't go through this alone.

But all of a sudden I didn't have control over my words and everything came tumbling out,"I can't take the pain anymore. I'm not okay and I'm not getting better, I need help. Everyday I try to keep my problems to myself but I can't do that anymore. I can't."

I felt tears rolling down my cheeks and covered my face with my sleeves. Darryl smiles, a sad smile, "Come here you muffin."

He wrapped me in a hug and I immediately tensed.

This isn't normal for me. It isn't normal for someone to show that they care about me. But I guess my definition of normal isn't exactly correct.

He let go and said, "I have an idea."

*woosh*

Shit.

This is what his idea was.

To send me to the one place I don't want to be.

A therapist.

They have no purpose. They don't help at all. I hate them and I wish I could punch every therapist in the-

"Hello Zak, I'm Dr. Owen."

A man wearing a dark blue turtle neck sat down in front of me. He was holding a clip board and had a smile on his face.

After a couple of seconds with me not talking me said, "So we're not much of a talker, huh?"

I just glared at him in reply. He continued, "The person that signed you in said you are here for-"

I cut him off, "I know what I'm fucking here for."

He didn't seem fazed by what I said. He just smiled and said, "So you can talk."

I'm gonna wipe that smile off his face and-

His annoying voice cut my thoughts off again, "So I'll ask you a couple of questions. All you have to is answer."

He glanced at his clip board then looked back at me, "Whats your name?"

I rolled my eyes, "You literally said it when you walked in."

"It's just a protocol. Now please answer." He said, "Whats your name?"

"Your mom."

"Okay we're just going to skip that question." He said with a sigh.

"How old are you?" He asked.

I decided to go along for a little while but I'm not giving him any actual information.

"I'm nineteen." I said.

"Very good. How old were you when your mom left?"

Strait into the personal stuff I see.

"You think I'm going to tell you that?" I said, raising an eye brow.

"I see that you don't like me very much." He said standing up.

"No shit Sherlock." I said also standing.

"You stay in here, I'll be right back." With that he just walked out leaving me alone.

Darryl POV

I saw Dr. Owen walk out of the room, without Zak. I walked over to him, "So how'd it go?"

"Not very well."

I frowned, "What did he do?"

"He was a bit rude and he wouldn't answer any of my questions." He said, "But some people are like that at first, but they learn to open up to me."

I nodded, "I'll go talk to him."

I walked into the room and saw Zak sitting in a chair with a sour look on his face. He turned when he heard me walk in.

"Hey Darryl." He said casually.

"Zak, you know you need to cooperate." I said.

He shrugged and completely ignored what I said, "Can we leave?"

I sighed, "Yes, we can leave."

He smiled and walked out of the room, with me trailing behind him. I smiled at Dr. Owen, "We'll come back tomorrow."

We walked towards the exit and right before we left Zak put up his middle finger at Dr. Owen. I swatted his hand causing him to put his hand down and laugh,

As we walked out Zak was still laughing.