We waited for what felt like an hour but could've easily been five minutes for a boy with brown short hair that was spiked a little in the front, he had tattoos covering his arms, he was fairly muscular.
"Took you long enough." Dr. Wilson mumbled. "This is my son, Evan."
"Hi." I greeted him, not looking up to meet his gaze. I dont want to be here, I want to go home.
Well if you had succeeded at ending your own life, you wouldn't be here. My demons spoke.
"Who is this?" He asked, sounding rather board.
"This is Alison." Dr. Wilson answered.
"And let me guess, I'm the babysitter/tour guide?" Evan asked with a sigh.
"Is that a problem?" Dr. Wilson shot back.
"Whatever. Hey you, let's go." Evan addressed me, as he turned to walk away from me and his mother.
"Go on dear, he's not all
