No Title Yet- Chapter 6

During the following weeks, Ari sank into a deep depression. When she woke up, and rolled over to look at the empty spot in her bed, she began to cry. When she would make herself breakfast she would just poke at her food, not really having an appetite. She actually began to wish that school were in session, because then she would have things to do with her time. When school started back up she would spend her time grading papers, making lesson plans, remaking all of her slideshows, anything that would keep her busy, and her mind off of the absence of Anthony. She also began to wish that she would have her last remaining link to Anthony in her arms, instead of in her womb. She knew that April 14th would take forever to come. It was a Wednesday, when Ari first sought help, only after Inari had burst into her house and yelled at her.
"Ari Elizabeth Romney!! You need to get up and join society again! You've been cooped up in here for too long! I know you're upset, but GET OVER IT!!!" Inari yelled. She then went over to the chair that Ari was curled up in, and took her arm, ripping her out of it.
"You're coming with me!" Inari exclaimed. "To a grief therapist! So you can be normal again!" she paused.
"Well as normal as you were before," she paused again. "Except, normal doe s not really exist, so you can't truly be normal…"
"Inari!!" Ari interrupted her friend's rant.
"Huh? What?" Inari said, snapping out of her rant.
"Can I put on some clothes, I'm not going anywhere in this," Ari stated. For the first time Inari looked at Ari's attire. Ari was wearing the white silk nightgown; Inari had bought her for her wedding night. It was covered in tear stains and dirt. It was clear that it hadn't been taken off in days, if not weeks. Speechless, Inari let go of Ari's arm, and told her that she had five minutes.
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The car ride was silent, and filled with tension. When Inari arrived at the tall, black dull building, Ari glared at her, so Inari glared back.
"Come on dearie. I made your appointment for 2:30, and it is already quarter after," Inari said as she opened her car door. Ari just glared as she got out. The interior of the building was no more interesting than the exterior. The floors were covered with a dull shade of gray carpet, the walls painted only a few shades lighter. The ceilings looked like those from a high school, and the doors were a dull shade of brown.
"Here we are," Inari stated, opening a door. Ari read the sign next to the door, Center for Grief Therapy. 'What a creative name' Ari thought to herself. When she walked into the office, it was no more colorful than the rest of the building, so Ari sighed as she went to sit in a black chair, while Inari went to sign Ari in. Inari came back with a clipboard, and sat next to Ari as she began to fill it out. She paused after a few minutes, and looked at Ari.
"When was your last period?" she asked. "I don't know why they need to nor want to know, but when was it dearie?"
"June 3rd, I do believe," Ari responded, after thinking for a minute. Inari stared at Ari for a minute with her mouth hanging open before she said anything.
"Do you realize that it is August 8th? That was over two months ago! Did you ever think that you might want to go to your OB/GYN about that?" Inari asked.
Ari shrugged and said, "No, because I know why. And I won't have another one until almost April 14th, at least that is when it is due."
"You're PREGNANT and you NEVER told me?! That puts you at about two months am I right?"
Ari grinned and nodded, then Inari sighed and shook her head. She returned to the clipboard, filling out the information for her best friend.
"Ari Romney," a young woman said. Ari stood up taking the clipboard Inari was handing her, and walked over to the woman. She had shoulder length curls, of a light auburn, was slender and only about five foot and a few inches. This shocked Ari because she was expecting am old man with white hair and glasses.
"Hello Ari, I am Kira Riley, and I am going to be your counselor, so if you will follow me, we can begin,"