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PHOEBE'S POV.
"I said I'm fine. No need for therapy okay."
I sat up on my bed and brought my legs down, staring between my father and the doctor. They both had worried looks on and it was beginning to get on my nerves.
"Please reconsider. It'll do you a lot of good. You might think you're good and you may look good on the outside but what about the inside? That is the most dangerous part. "
I huffed. The only thing I wanted right now was to get my ass off this bed and back home where I can be alone in my room and relax. I felt so exhausted though I've been sleeping for days. My head still hurts a little and I feel so light. It's like I lost so much weight in these few days. Or maybe an additional weight has been lifted off me.
Shaking my head, I realized thinking about it now wouldn't get me any closer to convincing these people to let me go. I needed to look strong and in control. I needed to act that I was over it.