childish wonder, volume one, therapy:

Aka. The daddy issues
'I've narrowed things down'

Much like any fourteen-year-old, Rosalie was a creature of wonder and curiosity. Her main ponder was always why — after her mother's death — did her (mysterious and unknown) father never take her in.

Rosalie wanted to know who her father was. Her only indications what that he was Irish because her mother use to say he was and her mum lived in Ireland before she was born. She assumed all questions about him were dead ends.

Rosalie was expected to attend therapy one to three times a week depending on how bad she was taking everything. It's safe to say she was in fact a risk to herself and that it was mandatory she went to them (not that she did).

Sometimes she had weeks where she could be excused down to one sessions, but some weeks Rosalie was an immense danger to herself.

"You haven't come to our meetings, Rosalie."

Rosalie looked at him, shrugging slightly as she continued to stab scissors into the pillow that sat on her lap. "I didn't . . . I don't . . . I don't need you, but Greg said I have to come." She told him.

Miles Santiago was her therapist. He was nice to her. Miles kept things for her — like the pillow that was covered in different textures and the note book that was missing half its pages (amongst others things) to help keep her mind preoccupied so she became more honest.

Rosalie knew he used it to cheat the system — her system. A system she set to protect herself and keep everything in order.

"Rosalie, you've missed five meetings."

"Right, but you can't change me. I don't like it here, the window is in the wrong place for the room — you should turn it around, the furniture I mean." Rosalie told him, pointing at walls as she told him what should be put against which wall.

Rosalie threw the pillow away from her before pushing herself off the black leather sofa. She made her way to Miles desk, she opened the draw and grabbed some watermelon flavoured gum.

Miles watched the fourteen-year-old. He had been her therapist since she was eleven when her second set of foster parents worried massively about her behaviour. She was a destructive child.

Rosalie was impulsive and didn't think things through. She hated being abandoned and held on to people tight in her grasps — she would do anything to avoid being abandoned. She didn't understand things — overly worried about any relationships she managed to build were under constant threat. She had terrible eating habits — sometimes she would forget to eat for days on end but other days she'd simply just eat and eat until she physically couldn't anymore. She wasn't reliable when it came to plans, sometimes she'd make a plan but cancel because she couldn't handle it but other times she'd cancel it because she sometimes enjoyed knowing she had control of others feelings.

Amongst many other things, Rosalie was struggling and she wouldn't open up to Miles unless he tricked her into it.

Miles Santiago found the girl interesting. He knew her biggest life mystery was her father. He knew for the past year and a half she had been trying to narrow down options and find him.

"How's the discovery of the father going?"

Rosalie looked at him again, a wide toothy grin becoming evident. She rushed over, taking a seat on the leather sofa and crossed her legs.

"Yes! My father, well other then the obvious Irish and a Brook, there's no major discoveries. His name may be fake, my mother said he's a bad man, he's in his mid thirties as my mum was only eighteen when she had me. Dark hair, as my mums side is blonde other then Oliver but he's adopted." Rosalie went on, picking the threads around the rips of her jeans. "Irish, dark hair, white, dark eyes because it just suits the picture in my head. A bad man . . . I'm not sure if he's known by any sort of legal force. Shorter than six foot but taller than five-five, because when my mum she showed me a picture of herself when she was eighteen a man was scribbled out but he was a good bit taller than her but not as tall as Uncle Oliver."

Much like many children Miles dealt with, Rosalie suffered with parental issues, but this case was just so much more interesting.