The Session
Sunset felt her phone buzz as she opened her eyes to see it was a notification for a text message. She grabbed her phone and entered her code to see it was a message from Sugarcoat.
{ Father says he can see you today at ten.
It'll work... I'll be there at nine fifty five.}
Pushing the send button, Sunset rubbed her eyes before moving to slip into the shower, and did the normal bathroom activities before dressing herself in her day clothes, slipping on her leather jacket before grabbing her apartment keys. She didn't have to be at her girlfriend's house yet so she thought she might grab herself a cup of coffee and a scone before walking to Sugarcoat's house.
Stretching her arms, Sunset yawned before walking into a local coffee shop and paid for her items before heading outside once more, and leaned against the wall as she ate her breakfast and drank her coffee. She checked her phone, and saw how it was only nine. She had a lot of time to kill before her set time. Plus, Sugarcoat's house wasn't that far from the coffee shop, it was more close to the coffee shop than her apartment building.
Deciding to walk around, Sunset tried her hardest to keep her mind off of doubting thoughts. She knew this was for the better, but she also knew this could make her reveal things she didn't want to see light, like her past. Sugarcoat only knew about the Anon-A-Miss area along with where she came from, not her entire backstory.
There was no way Sugarcoat could know about it.
By the time it hit nine forty eight, Sunset began walking towards her girlfriend's house, somehow arriving about three minutes before the time she said she would be, and gulped before knocking. She was really happy to see Sugarcoat was the one to answer the door.
Sunset nearly dropped when she saw Sugarcoat's little sibling staring at her, and she waved shyly. Sugarcoat glanced over her shoulder and sighed heavily when she saw who it was.
"Mint, really?" Sugarcoat sighed, shaking her head. "Go play with Bistro."
"Your brother is... really..." Sunset trailed off, moving her hand in a circle, trying to find the right word.
"Weird? Annoying? Anything possibly related to stalkerish?"
Sunset nodded, "Yeah..."
"You get used to it when you have to live with him," Sugarcoat mumbled, "And if that's worse, try it with two brothers. Same age as well."
"You must get really annoyed with twin brothers."
Sugarcoat nodded. "Yup, I do."
Moving into the living room, the two sat down on the couch and Sunset looked around. She didn't see Sugarcoat's mother or her father. Maybe her father was setting up for the session? She didn't know.
"Where's your mother?" Sunset asked.
"Work," Sugarcoat replied. "She leaves early. We barely ever see her in the mornings."
Sunset nodded, not saying much else until she saw Sugarcoat's father walking into the living room. He had white and blue hair, pale skin, and amberish eyes. The only thing Sunset saw Sugarcoat getting from her father was the hair color, nothing else.
"Ah! Sunset," Sugarcoat's father beamed. "Welcome!"
"Hi, Winter Cloak," Sunset replied, waving. "Am I early?"
"Not at all! Come, we'll start right now."
The office was small but it had enough space to fit a nice looking couch, a loveseat, and a desk. The desk was filled with papers, but the middle of the desk was cleared and easy to see. The walls were painted a nice Prussian blue color. Pictures were placed around the room, one of a younger Sugarcoat, and several of flowers. All in all, it had a nice aura to it.
Winter Cloak sat down on the loveseat while his daughter and her girlfriend sat down on the couch, the door was locked and shut, and everything was ready. They could start whenever Sunset was ready.
"Now," Winter Cloak smiled happily, "How are you today?"
"Fine," Sunset replied.
Winter nodded, "Good. Now, I hear you have some things on your mind?"
"Uh, yeah," Sunset scratched her head. "I do."
"Well, you can tell me whatever you wish, it won't leave this room, and I know Sugar wouldn't dream of telling anyone else about your... misfortunes," Winter responded. He grabbed a clipboard and a pencil before glancing up at her, "Now, why don't we start at the beginning of the story?"
So, they did.
Sunset started her tale, how things seemed to be going good, and how she was finally going to have what she wanted most. To not be alone on Christmas. But then, after a sleepover, an online account popped up, telling everyone's secrets and in a snap of a finger, everyone turned to her and began accusing her. There was no chances to explain, no nothing. In an instant, she was alone once more, after everything she had been through, she was back at square one of showing she had changed and wasn't bad anymore.
Then, she moved onto the part where she fell deep. She explained about how she kept a shard from a broken mirror. The mirror had fell one night shortly before Anon-A-Miss' arrival, and she cleaned it up the best she could, but kept one shard. Well, she was going to throw it away, but always got distracted with her friends trying to get her out of her apartment. At the point of depression, she took up the blade, and rolled her selves up before slicing away.
Doing it every chance she got, and whenever she felt like she might crack and cry away.
She went on to explaining how she not only cut on her arms, but her thighs and stomach as well. Those scars were slowly healing still, they were faint but easy to make out if you looked close enough.
"On your stomach?" Winter broke in, "Why there?"
Sunset shrugged. "It was the first place I thought of where people wouldn't see. The thigh idea came second. They hurt like bitches just like the arms when I did it."
"I see," Winter calmly stated. "Go on."
So, she did.
She finally got to the part of the ambush and how it was the breaking point. She put up with another day or so, but always felt numb. She didn't react in the halls, and she could sense kids were now noticing it. They didn't do anything though. Didn't up the attacks to actually make her react, to get the pleasure of seeing her on the ground like they did. Then, one day, after school she was out faster than anyone else.
Her things left at the building, wasn't like she needed them anyways. She ignored anyone in the streets who might want to ask her why she didn't have a jacket, and found the nearest, tallest, bridge.
And that's when she met Sugarcoat, who stopped her before she could even attempt it and actually listened on for once. How she didn't jump to end her life like she planned on doing so.
After the story was finished, Winter cleared his throat, despite how tight it felt.
"I never thought I would have a client like you," Winter admitted, "They're always straight forward. Never giving the reason for their sudden failed or abandoned attempt. They just say 'I'm tired of life' but... I never thought I would have a reason like this given to you."
"But can you blame her?" Sugarcoat asked.
Winter rubbed his temples. "At this moment? No."
"I have to admit, I feel better getting it all out," Sunset smiled at them. "Thanks for seeing me."
"No problem, dear," Winter cracked a toothless smile. "I think you really want to rant at them, don't you?" Sunset nodded fastly. "You aren't speaking to them anymore?" She nodded again. "Good. Keep it that way. If you need to see me again, you're always welcome. Just text me," here he gave her his number, "and I'll set up an appointment."
"Thanks."
As they left the office, Sugarcoat turned her gaze at the fiery haired girl and smiled.
"How was that?" She asked.
Sunset gave her a smile. "Not bad. I really am feeling better because of it. I think I'll see him whenever I need to talk to someone. Not saying I won't talk to you!"
"I know what you mean," Sugarcoat scoffed. "He's really happy to help out whenever he can."
Sunset gave her a kiss on the cheek and held her hand as they walked towards into the living room, "He's good on what he does. Keeping quiet like that... it really helps."
"It must."
At least now she had someone else who would listen to her, and would give her advice.