"Veronica, did you hear me? Veronica!"
I quickly snapped my eyes up and searched my mind frantically to remember what we were talking about. Instead, I just sat there, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
"What were you just thinking about?" He said, sitting up a little straighter in his maroon chair, inching a little closer towards me, a look of worry strewn on his face.
His light colored skin complemented his baby blue eyes that were the color of the ocean. He waited patiently as he watched me cock my head to the side and look at him.
"You wouldn't understand. You weren't there that night looking into its black eyes praying not to die,” I groaned, shifting nervously on the couch while intertwining my fingers on my lap.
If there was one thing I absolutely hated, it would be about someone asking me to tell them what I was thinking. The last thing I wanted to do was explain my most inner desires. I only agreed to see Therapist Allen Rosen because "Things will get better" if I talked to someone who understood my situation.
All I wanted to do was to finish packing up my things and finally move out of this hell hole. I wanted to move on with my life and not have a constant looming reminder of what had happened to me before.
"I can't help you if you don't talk to me," He sighed heavily in disappointment. Ignoring his comment, I continued to remain silent.
He reached his hand out to help me off the couch and embraced me a reassuring hug before walking towards the door.
"I promise you, things will get better. I'm here if you really want to talk. Not only as your friend, but as a Therapist."
I just nodded and walked back into the waiting room.
These places always gave me the creeps. I thought it was because they were so welcoming and comforting at first, but then the rooms were just dreary; White walls lined with oak bookcases and a sparse plant here and there in the corners. The desk always seemed so out of place to me since they never sat in it. Even in the movies, the doctors were always very intimate, repeating the same questions multiple times.
Seeing Allen dressed professionally made me uncomfortable. He was a great friend, but I just couldn't open up to him sitting in this place.
Walking out into the hallway, I stopped to look out of the window. The palm trees were swaying back and forth in the breeze and the long line of cars piled further back on the street told me that it was time to go.
"Two more weeks and this will all be over. Just two more weeks and everything will be back to normal." I murmured to myself as a sense of reassurance.
At least that was what I thought. 542Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaLLScodQ1N
