Tw: Mentions of suicide. Don't do anything stupid kids

All you could hear was the scratching of a pen on paper. The holder of the pen looked up, making eye contact with the other person in the room. She took a deep breath and put on a fake smile.

"Here we are again Mr.Fack, are you going to say anything this time?" She spoke in a monotone voice, struggling to keep the smile on her face. The boy smiled.

"How was your day?" The boy chirped, completely ignoring the woman's question. She looked taken aback by the sudden question but quickly gathered herself, her smile becoming a little more genuine.

"An eye for an eye?" The woman asked tilting her head, her smile turning into a smirk. The boy thought for tapped his chin for a second before nodding.

"Deal"

"Today was absolutely horrible! Mary stole my lunch, that little bitch-!" The woman began to complain, her smirk turning into a frown the more she spoke. The boy sat in his slightly uncomfortable chair eagerly holding onto every word spewing out of the woman's mouth, it's not every day the patient is listening to the therapist's problem.

"Leo looked like he just walked out of the sewers again, I swear that man rarely takes a shower"

"Wow"

"Not to mention, half the people here don't give a shit about other people's problems!"

"Why the fuck did they get this job then?"

"I know right! Get a job that you actually enjoy idiots"

The woman felt much better after ranting about her insignificant problems to the boy. He wasn't much of a talker but he was a great listener, occasionally commenting on the stupid things that had happened in the woman's life. She sighed, finally relaxed, before pointing to the boy with an eyebrow raised. The boy tilted his head, confused by the action.

"Your turn" the women explained. The boy nodded solemnly before taking a deep breath.

"Do you ever feel like you're insignificant to the world? Like you have no idea why you're alive, you don't do anything that causes an impact. You just... exist. Your existence means close to nothing and no matter how hard you try, you're not gonna be the next Einstein or anyone remotely important so why try? I mean it's kinda hard to give it your all at pretty much anything when you know that you're gonna die and it will all mean nothing. You can't exactly stop death, you just have to wait for your time. It could be in 50 years, 5 years or even tomorrow for all you know. I find it kind of stupid that people fear death, you can't change the fact you're gonna die. I accept death, I mean people talk about heaven and hell and I think I was a good kid. I don't really know that my opinion is kinda biased but more or less I didn't do stupid shit. So if I have a chance of going to heaven, why-"

"Stay in hell? Down here we have assholes, rapists, racists, homophobes and god knows what else. I get it, this isn't exactly paradise, why stay? I'll give you a damn reason. You family, you know as well as I do that your family fucking loves you to the moon and back. Taking your life will crack their resolve to stay optimistic in this hellhole, hell maybe even tempt one of them to do the same to join you. Do you want that? In this world, we need people to stick together to stay strong. If this isn't enough for you, how about this? If you stay strong, you're basically sticking your middle finger up and shouting "FUCK YOU!" To all the assholes in the world. Do you want to give them the satisfaction of knowing they got to you? No, no you fucking don't." The woman interrupted harshly, Her eyes dazed.

The boy was curious, the woman spoke about this topic with a venom laced in her words. He had a feeling that these words came straight from experience but he didn't comment on it. He politely waited for the women to snap out of her dazed state. Once she did, she leaned forward, checking around the room for possible eavesdroppers, and whispered something the boy did not expect.

"If you could do it again, how would you do it?"

The bluntness of the question surprised the boy so much that he didn't speak for almost two whole minutes. Surely a therapist can't ask these questions? Aren't they supposed to get rid of suicidal thoughts? Not fuel them! He hesitated, it's not every day you tell someone how you would try to kill yourself, especially to the person trying to prevent it. He whispered his answer so quietly the woman was practically standing next in an attempt to hear him.

"Drowning... drowning myself in a bathtub....I've always loved swimming and water in general"

The woman nodded and opened her mouth to speak up before her eyes glanced at the clock. She cleared her throat before speaking.

"Looks like our time is up Mr.Fack," She said, the boy could detect a bit of sadness in her tone. He smiled sadly.

"Looks like it is" He spoke quietly before standing and walking towards the door. He hesitated when the woman spoke up again.

"Hurry up and get out so I can see you tomorrow dude" She sounded so casual. A complete one-eighty from her previous personality. The boy turned around to say goodbye when he finally looked at her properly. She didn't look that older than him. He cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"Um... aren't you a little young to be a therapist?" He asked tentatively, afraid she would turn back into the heartless person he was used to visiting. The woman shrugged.

"Took ya long enough dumbass, I'm not actually a fully-fledged therapist yet. I'm still in training. My mother was supposed to be your therapist but she already had enough work so I, being the perfect angel I am, proposed the idea of being your therapist instead. I added some bullshit on 'how it will give me good training for the real thing' for good measure too. Of course, she said she could take over anytime if things got 'stressful'" She explained nonchalantly. "The boy frowned.

"So I was training? What the fuck? Is that even allowed? And stressful? I've seen your face some days, you look like your want to kill me right there right then!" He argued. The woman stood up and walked up to him.

"Oh yeah, you were a little shit, but I'm a stubborn bitch so I powered through", She flicked his head. "You. Are. Such. An. Asshole" She poked his chest with every word she spoke. The boy chuckled

"That's just who I am!" He chirped, doing jazz hands. The woman shook her head with an amused expression on her face before flicking her hand towards the door.

"Get outta here ya rascal, " She said jokingly. The boy raises his hands in mock surrender and started out the door. He was out in the hallway when the woman spoke up again.

"Soap"

The boy raised an eyebrow in question. The woman awkwardly shuffled from foot to foot before speaking up again.

"Soap... it... it speeds up the process. Lock the door too... don't want to you suffer from the same mistakes" The woman chuckled dryly and started to close the door.

The boy was confused, what did she mean by soap speeds up-oh....OH... The boy's eyes widened when he understood what she meant.

"Wait! Did you-?" The boy asked, his jaw dropping. The woman only smiled sadly in response before she closed the door.

The boy was left outside, mind going a hundred miles per hour. He suddenly turned around and walked down the hallway with a smile on his face. He suddenly didn't think of the woman as a cold heartless woman who didn't give a shit about him and only cared about her paycheck. He thought of her as a girl, a girl who had made some horrible mistakes, a girl who, as far as he knew, was dealing with his shit for free. He thought of her as a... a friend. It was at that moment that boy realized that the dark depressed and suicidal thoughts weren't the main things on his mind. He was excited to see the girl again tomorrow and that point, he knew he wouldn't be using the girl's advice...

Just like the girl had planned.

The boy didn't know but this is exactly what the girl had expected would happen. If she gave him a clear chance to do what he wanted, he would've surely taken it, but when she indirectly told him about her past, she knew he wouldn't do it. Of course, there was still a chance, and that's what terrified her. She took a deep breath and fell back onto her chair. She covered her face with her hands and groaned. Although she told the boy that he was an annoying shit, which he was, she genuinely did enjoy his company. No one would understand her problems, saying they 'weren't that bad' but if she kept bottling up her feelings, then she would explode on an unsuspecting stranger or worse... her mother. The boy obviously has worse problems but she could tell how he didn't want to talk about them. She would be patient with him, after all...

Who would know what he is going through better than someone who went through it herself?