A councler and a "unique" messed up teenager

A teenager who can see ghosts and is a clairsentience, clairaudience, clairalience, claircongnizance, clairgustance and clairvoyant is forced to go to a councler for "help" its pretty messed up. Based on a my true experiance today and I will continue writing new chapters about my sessions with this "councler". Again based on a very true story... very little editing.

      "Hi Lilly, I'm Joanne" says a lady dressed up in a very formal suit as she holds out her hand to me from across her desk. I sit there and stare at her hand and wait intill she pulls her hand away.

"Okay so I'm going to ask you a few questions and I just need you to answer then we can begin our session." Joanne says; clicks a pen and starts getting ready to write all of my information down like she has with many other people before. To her ,I'm just another freak show on a peice of paper that she has to talk to when ever my dad decides to make more appointments.  I'm not in the mood for chitter-chatter so I just contiue to sit there and watch the clock on the wall as it threatens to move backwards and make this session even worse.

"Why do you think your parents have signed you up for councling?" she asks. Her face showing no sign of expression comfirming my hypothisis of me being another peice of paper.

"My dad thinks I have issues and need to talk about them" I give her the simpilest answer I can manage.

"What school do you go to and what grade are you in?"

"Garbaldi Highlands Elementary. Grade 7....... and this is important why?" I reply.

"I just need this information to make your file" Joanne answers sweetly.

Agnst.

 "Okay now we can start, but before we start is there anything you'd like to say."

No. I think to myself.

She stares at me and I stare at her.

tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock.

"I have a quote here that says you are very talkative from your teacher and parents so why aren't you talking?" She asks again expressionless. "It's normal to be alittle bit nervous on your fir-"  her voice was getting harder and harder to hear and soon I tooned her out completely and shut my eyes.  I see him again. The demon that had been haunting me for years and years and now was attacking me and my friend.  I saw him walking in the forest by my school. He was walking out .He stopped by a puddle and laughed.  That's when I started to really look at the vision inside my head. The puddle was filled with blood and he held in his right hand a butcher knife dripping with blood. I opened my eyes and screamed. My scream silenced the councler from her professional babble, and she stared at me finally showing an expression, a what the hell look.

"Why did you scream?" She asked.

It took me a while to answer. "I can see dead people" I wishper. "Okay well lets talk about that..."  Joanne responed back to her expressionless face and attatuide.

"NOOOOO," I yelled, " I SHOULDN'T BE HERE!!! I SHOULD BE HELPING MY FRIEND KILL THIS DAMN DEMON BUT NOOO I'M STUCK HERE TALKING TO YOU!"

She sat for less then 2 seconds in shock before speacking," Okay well how about...."

I cut her off " NO LETS NOT TALK ABOUT IT AND STOP SAYING OKAY! NOTHING IS OKAY! I AM GETTING ATTACKED BY A DEMON AND YOU SIT THERE ALL FANCY-DANCY-EXPRESSIONLESS AND AGAIN I SAY I SHOULDN'T BE HERE!!!! I TRY TO DO ALL OF SQUAMISH A FAVOR BUT AGAIN NOOOO I'M STUCK HERE WITH YOU!!!!!"

She sat ther a little longer then last time then said, "Is there anything else I should know?"

 "Well hell yeah! Im a clairsentience, a clairaudience, a clairalience, a claircognizance, a clairgustance and a clairvoyant!!!"

"And that means?" Joanne asked showing a tiny-ist ammount of emotion.

"UGH! Clairsentience is feeling when something is going to happen like soemthing bad you get a bad feeling.

"A clairaudience is when you can hear things that others cant like dead people talking stuff like that.

"A clairaleince is when you can smell something diffrent that other normal people smell like smoke when everyone else smells freshleycut grass. 

"Claircognizance is knowing when something will happen. It's alot like being clairsentience but it's not at all you... wouldn't understand unless you had it....

" A clairgustance is tasting something or not tasting what you should like and suddenly tasting blood instead. Or not tasting something when you eat or drink it.

"And being clairvoyant means you have visions of things happening.  And this is something you will never understnad or experience so you can't help me!" I leaned back into my chair, smirking, thinking that if I wanted this shrink off my back,  she needed to know the truth.

"Oka.."she started but I shot her a dont-you-dare-say-it-look and she started agian, "Well then. You seem to be a very unique child of your age but as a child I too had bad feelings" Bullpopie  I said in my head.

"But al it is is your mind can prosses thing quicker then others can and some cant even prosses some things so you just have very good sences that can help you" Joanne said taking a deep breath but hiding it with a yawn then continuing. "For our next session I'll look into some research on this topic and also try to get some professional help to help us out in this case"

"Wow. do you hear what your saying" i Said well i thought i did but i didnt :(

"Our next session wil be next week and please remeber that there are other people in this bulding that work and need a quiet work space and you should try to keep your voice down," she paused before adding,"please"

"Ya, sure I'll try" i managed to say i ment to also say 'ya sure okay but can  you try to use a litle more emotion, try to care for what your clients have to say cuz we arent all just a peice of paper' but i was tired fighting demon takes alout of energy.

I walked out of the building and thought to myself next week ill show her my sketch book of the demon i see.

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