I HATED WAKING UP EARLY.
But I had made a promise to Devin that I would keep up the sessions we had with Dr. Marshall and I wasn’t someone who liked breaking promises. So even though it was seven in the morning, on a Monday, I was sat outside Dr. Marshall’s office, waiting to be called in. The session was only supposed to last about an hour, so Devin would drop me off to school after I was finished.
I couldn’t help but question if these sessions were even doing anything good for me. How would sitting down and talking about the same thing for weeks on end be helpful to me? Would it not be better for me to try and forget everything?
I cast a side look at Devin who was leaning against the wall, his eyes closing shut. Guilt filled me up because I knew he was loosing sleep over me. His brown
