Alec Pov
Before I knew it, I saw sitting on a couch with a therapist in front of me.

I held my knee like my life depended on it, mainly out of nervous habit.

"Hello Alec, I'm Katherine. So Alec, tell me about yourself," She said smiling.

What the fuck is this messed up bullshit?
What's she trying to do?
What is this?

I didn't say anything.
I just glared at her.

She sighed and relaxed in her chair. "Alec, you can say anything you want. You're safe here. I respect you and you should make yourself comfortable. Being hostile wont change anything." She told me.

I bit my lip and anxiously glanced around the room.
I didn't say anything for a long time.
I could tell that she was about to give up.

"W-what do you want to know?" I asked quietly.

She instantly perked up.

"Anything about yourself, hobbies, relationships, goals." She said.

"Erm...I like to..write?..I-I have a boyfriend. His name is John...I haven't seen him in a while though.." I muttered.

"Why not?" She asked.

I shrugged and looked everywhere but her eyes.

"Why did you come to therapy today?" She asked.

"Cuz I'm messed up." I replied.

"What do you mean by, 'messed up'?" She asked.

"...I did some really awful things to myself. I-I did some things that normal kids don't do...I've been through things normal kids don't have to go through."

(And then we learned Alec is actually a fucking superhero and his background is just a build up to the greatest marvel movie of all time)

"Like what things?" Katherine asked.

"I..Uh..I...I Erm..sorry I have anxiety so bare with me," I said, chuckling nervously.

"I've been through a lot of foster homes in the past three years..after my dad left..and mum died. She died three years ago today." I said, grimacing ever so slightly.

"Oh, Alec I'm so sorry." She said.

"Yeah... I don't know. S-Sorry...I was also abused for a really long time.
And r-r- yeah nope. Not gonna talk bout that. Nope." I said cutting myself off.

Not today.
Fuck that.

"You don't need to say anything if you aren't ready to talk about it." She said reassuring me.

"Yeah..t-thanks." I choked.

"I devolved depression, PTSD and anxiety from it all. Which sucks by the way. Like...a lot." I said sighing and looking to the door.

She said something but I stopped listening.

Who am I kidding?
She can't help me.
If you can bring my mum back and wipe my memory that do me a great deal of relief.

Oh and just give John to me because he's cool.

"Alec?" She asked.
I snapped back to reality.
"Mhm?"

"I asked you if you'd like to talk about some of your fears?" She asked.

"Oh..alrighty then get ready because it's a long list. To start it off, living, then comes abuse, then comes Peter, The Reynolds, And literally all my foster families and then comes-"

"You know what? I think it might be better for you to talk about more positive things."

"Like what? The world is fucking hell and both you and I know it. We're all going to die. I want to die! I've tried so hard, for fucking years to kill my self, and there was nothing! Just more emotional pain put to the side and then the next day it cane down on me like a god damned tsunami!" I shouted, standing up.

She didn't say anything and the room was silent aside from my angry breaths. I whimpered ever so softly and quickly sat back down.

"I-I'm s-so sorry, please don't hurt me." I whispered, my head hung low.

She was quiet for a moment then said, "Would you like to talk more about this, more as a conversation?"

I shrugged.

"Alright. My first question is, what made you feel this way?" She asked.

"I already told you, I have so much emotional pain yelling at me everyday it's becoming hard to manage. I stopped taking my pills for about two weeks and I went a little insane." I muttered, starting to fidget with my hands.

"How often do you have thoughts of suicide? On and off pills." She asked.

"Erm...off pills, almost every second of the day and on pills..not much but it's a little bit." I said.

I started to bite my nails, staring at my lap. She nodded.

"Alright Alec, I brought this game..and I was hoping you and I play it together," She said, pulling a box from under the table.

I narrowed my eyes.

"...why?" I asked suspiciously.

"It'll be fun!" She exclaimed, opening the box.

"I don't get it. What are you trying to achieve here? S-sorry but, why?" I asked.

She furrowed her eyebrows,
"Why'd you apologize?"

Because I seek constant reassurance and I'm extremely insecure.
Was that not obvious?

"...I don't know. Sorry..I'll play it with you." I said.

She nodded.
She sat down on the couch with me and gave me some cards.

"...what's this?" I asked.

"It's uno! Do you want me to tell you the rules?" She asked.

"Yes please."

In the end I let her win.
I could have easily beaten her but I didn't want to make her upset and have her hurt me.

So I let her win.
I think she could tell.
I didn't completely hate it.