I'm only human,
               And I bleed when I fall down.
                          I'm only human,
                 I crash and I break down.
                  -Christina Perri; Human

Wynter's P.O.V.

"She'll be here in a few, do you want to go in?" The secretary asks and I nod, stepping into the therapist's office. It was weird because I've never been in here alone, without her.

Wanna know something else?

It's also Wednesday.

Asher and I's therapy session.

I walked over to the record player and looked through the shelf of many rustic records. There was music from all eras.
I could tell Dr. Primson restocked the place.
I picked a Beatles track called
'Here Comes The Sun' and tapped my fingers on the table, to the beat.

Oh, how I longed to hum along with the song!

But I couldn't.

"This music is shit."

I jump and nearly fall onto the floor but I grab onto the table to steady me.

"At least we know you're not deaf." Asher scoffs before changing my record. I frown and simply watch him.

He puts on an old record by Green Day, I recognize it as 'Boulevard Of Broken Dreams'.

I take a seat on the couch and he pulls out his silver flask.

I really don't like this song, it's depressing.

"Now this is music." Asher takes a swig and I sigh.

"What's your deal, mute girl?" Asher chuckles taking another swig from his flask.

You, numbskull.

Mute girl? Haven't heard that one before.

Real original.

Instead I focused my attention on the window, watching the gust of wind pick up a dandelion, tossing it to the side.

"Hello?" Asher waves a hand in front of my face and I hit his hand.

"Ow! 'The fuck?" He holds his hand and drops his flask.

I scurry to the floor, grabbing the flask, and run towards the corner, near the trash can.

"Red? What're you doing?" Asher said cautiously and walked towards me slowly.

I shake my head.

"Listen, just give me the flask." He holds out his hand and I lean my back against the wall.

I shake my head, but I get an idea.
I point to the paper and marker.

He looks at where I'm pointing.

"You want some paper, Red?" Asher asks.

I make a writing gesture.

"And a marker?" He questions and I nod meekly.

Asher grabs a piece of paper and marker and I take it with shaky hands, still holding onto the flask.

I write my idea down and hand Asher the paper.

'You stop drinking and I'll help you get out of here'

"Ah, compromise. I like it. But what do you get out of it?" Asher raises his eyebrows.

I tilt my head in confusion.

"I walk out 'sober' and you get what?" Asher says sarcastically.

I shrug.

"I have an idea." Asher smirks and I clench and unclench my empty fist nervously.

"I'll stop drinking, if you talk." Asher crosses his arms, smirking smugly.

I shake my head vigorously.

"Then you, my little mime, can give me that flask." He winks and quickly tries to snatch the flask away from my grasp, but I stop him and flip the cover of the flask off and dump its contents into the trash.

"What the hell?!" Asher yells and I shrug and throw the flask at him.

He catches it skillfully, and downs the single little drop that was left.

"That was quality vodka." He glares and I cross my arms.

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Asher groans slightly.

I nod.

"Well, so am I." He says firmly and we just stare at each other intensely.

I grab another piece of paper.

'Fine. I'll try but I'm making no promises.'

I conclude and he smirks.

"Good."

I give him a thumbs up and shakes his head with a chuckle.

"Hey, guys! Times up! Was progress made?" Dr. Primson comes into the room.

"Definitely." Asher smirks and I sulk.

Good god.

Another chapter!
Ahhh I really love writing this story omg! This one and Wonderland High have been my favorite to write so far!
-E

QOTC
Is their little deal going to be effective?

SOTC
Human- Christina Perri

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