Your Silence Says A Million Words (Janxx)

"Hello Jeremy," the counselor said. She was tall and lithe, with light brown hair pulled into a tight bun and a nice smile. She was pretty, but Jinxx didn't buy her bullshit.

She sat in the chair across from Jinxx and smiled at him again. Jinxx simply blinked and didn't answer. "I'm Charlie," she said. "How are you?"

Jinxx looked down at his hands, sighing. He didn't speak before and he sure as hell wasn't going to start now.

"Oh, you're a mute," Charlie remembered. "I'm sorry." She gave him a piece of paper and a pencil. "Just write what you want to say, okay."

I don't want to say anything, he thought. But he nodded, nonetheless, and looked away. This wouldn't be anything different than the other sessions he had with other counselors. They ask him why he won't speak,he never answers. They ask about what his uncle did, he glared and turned away. He always drew on his hand or the paper they'd give him. They never got much from him. He rejected them and pushed them away as far as possible. He didn't want to talk to these strange people. He just wanted to be left alone.

"So, Jeremy," Charlie started, looking at her clipboard. "You were abused, right?"

He nodded slowly and began sketching a face on his paper. He wasn't sure who or what he was drawing, but he was bored and didn't have time to deal with some counselor's bullshit.

"How'd he abuse you?"

Jinxx's pencil stopped moving on the paper and he glared at her harshly. He watched her pale and she fumbled with her papers. He wasn't telling this fake bitch anything. She could blow it out her ass if she thought she'd learn anything from him.

"Next topic," she decided weakly. "How do you feel today?"

Jinxx closed his eyes and sighed. "Jeremy, how do you feel?" His eye twitched and he glared at her again.

The whole therapy session was this way, Charlie asking questions, Jinxx glaring and rarely answering anything. He even flipped her off once and returned to his drawing.

"What's that?" Charlie asked. She leaned over the table and peered at his picture. Jinxx hissed and covered it, which made her jump and return to her seat. She looked absolutely terrified. Jinxx felt a little guilty about being such a brat the whole time and showed her the drawing.

"Who is that?" she asked. "It's a great picture."

Jinxx gave a small, mysterious smile. "Jake," he whispered.

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