Chapter 1, Part 1
Chapter 1, Part 1
No one knew why she was simply sitting in the office of a therapist that was famous for being unable to help people through their problems. The girl herself didn’t know why she was sitting in the office of the woman that was seen was cruel and rough around the edges. “I have a problem,” she started to speak to the woman that was sitting in her desk chair. Pen in hand and clipboard on the neat desk, the other woman, hummed for a bit. The girl was a mixed young adult who was probably either seventeen or nineteen. Her brown eyes gave off a hint of childish innocence and her brown hair was neatly put in a ponytail. The therapist was also mixed with some Japanese blood in her. Her hair was dyed purple and her eyes were brown.
“Of course you have a problem. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be sitting on the couch,” the woman’s harsh remarks made the girl not react, but inwardly she was extremely dismayed. Who hired this woman? She demanded to herself.
“This is why I don’t like talking to strangers about my problem,” she mumbled, but the therapist heard her and before she could make a remark, the girl stood up and she left her office, slamming the woman’s office door.
When her door slammed shut, the therapist knew what had gone wrong. “Once again, Kiyoko, you’ve made someone angry,” she sighed as she didn’t know why she kept on making people angry. She could be doing nothing and that can make people angry. The people that raised her could tell that there was something there that could help Kiyoko help people, but they didn’t know how to tell her that. Kiyoko packed up her bag as she preferred to leave. She was twenty-four and she couldn’t keep any job she wanted simply because she didn’t know herself.
She didn’t want to know herself. She would have to apologize to the young adult that was just in her office. She hadn’t meant to make her angry. She wanted to listen to her problems, but something snapped inside of her. As her boss glared at her as she left the business, she knew that she was fired and she didn’t look at anyone else in the building. She wasn’t heartless, she just wanted to be understood. She didn’t know what she was doing wrong in her life. She didn’t know if it was her or something else.
She secretly wished that she understood herself because she didn’t know what was wrong with herself or if there was something wrong with her at all. She sighed as she started to walk home. She knew that her family would pick up her shattered pieces, even though she hated to burden them with her problems. As she walked home, her ears picked up on the slurs that were being said about people. “Dyke,” this one slur was always directed towards her and it made her eyes prick with tears. She didn’t know why she was so sensitive about the word being thrown her way. She never had a relationship with either gender, so she didn’t know why the word dyke is being known as her label. Is that what is wrong with me? Am I a dyke? She thought as whimpers started to sound from her lips. Fortunately for her, she was close to her home. When she approached her house, her two aunts opened the door.
“Rough day?” One of them spoke as the other gave Kiyoko gave her a look of understanding.
“Auntie Maggie,” Kiyoko went for the aunt that had the understanding look on her face. Her other aunt, Aunt Sophie merely smiled at her two girls. These two are my life. Kiyoko thought as she hugged Auntie Maggie.
“Don’t forget about Sophie, darling,” she tells Kiyoko. Kiyoko gave her aunt an apologetic look.
