Aaron POV

I went to my therapist. He asked me if I was still taking the medicine, I said yes, but I have thrown it away for a long time.

He asked me questions about me. I just told him that I was bullied before. And that my mother, my father, my sister and a person I was holding are dead. He told me things very scientific.

"Do you think it's all your fault?" He asks. I'm nodding gently. He writes something on his notebook.

"Do you hear voices in your head?" He asks. I nod.

"Yes. They hurt me, " I say.

"Have you ever thought of hurting yourself?" He asks.

"Or have you ever hurt yourself?" He asks. I nod.

"Are you going on?" He asks. I shake my head.

"No. "

"Have you ever thought of hurting someone?" He asks. I freeze a little.

"Before....but....not anymore," I say hesitantly. He takes all this note.

What is a therapist for??? It's just a person who hears people talking about their suffering and they write it on a notebook and give them unnecessary medicine or make their health worse.

"Have you ever killed someone? All you're going to say is going to stay in this room. " He says.

What is that question??? He thinks I'm stupid ??? I did not say "yes" to finish in prison. Is he a good therapist ???? I do not think so, no.

But the problem is that....I shake my head and look elsewhere.

After a few minutes that looked like hours, I walk out of his office. And I take the opportunity to do something.

* Time skip *

I know that I told Alex that I will bring him, but here I just can not.

* Time skip *

Alexander POV

Aaron stayed in his room for a long time.

"Aaron?" I ask. He leaves his room.

"Yes."

"Are you all right?" He shakes my head.

"My head hurts, I'm going to stay in my room for a little while," He says.

"But you told me you'll get me out," I say.

"I'll do it tomorrow, I promise," He says, going to his room. I sigh. what is he ???

Aaron POV

I close the door. My voices in my head are leaving and coming back. I am happy. They are still there, but at least it's better than before. It's thanks to James. If I had not listened him, I would only suffer with these drugs...and also thanks to Alex, he kept talking to me, even after what I did to him. He is so nice.

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