THE LITTLE THINGS

CHAPTER ONE

Sheffield, United Kingdom

"So how are we doing today Sheldon?" asked Margaret his therapist. Sheldon doesn't speak and looks down grudgingly. "You know you have to talk Sheldon, or you won't  get to pass this semester" added the therapist.

" How are we doing with the self inflicting wounds?" asked Margaret. Sheldon stares into the abyss and hides his scars with his long sleeve sweater. "Sheldon have you been cutting yourself?" asked the counsellor.

" You know Sheldon that this will add negati-" " I have! But not that much only when I'm anxious" Sheldon cuts her short and proceeds to show her the scars. "Have you been taking your medication?" said Margaret. "They make me sleepy a lot" said Sheldon. "Why don't you talk to Doctor Hammington in your next appointment?" she insisted.

" Are you still hearing a voice, sorry your imaginary friend?" asked Margaret. "Yes he comes and goes, like now I can't hear him-" said Sheldon. "Sheldon we talked about this, those aren't your imaginary friends they are hallucinations, please take your medication" she said.

"Alright that's it for today, tell your mom I said hi" she remembered. 

Later that day

"Hi Sheldon. How was the session?" asked Rose her mother. " It was fine" Sheldon said whilst looking down in melancholy. "None of this is gonna bring Dad back mom!" He said impetuously yelling and left the dinner table without touching his food.

He cried himself to sleep that day. Him losing his father in a car accident left him traumatized each day. He took his father's pen knife and started slitting his wrists while his mom was busy cleaning up the dinner table.

"One day Dad, I will join you" Sheldon said soliloquy.