The Wall and The Flower

Chapter 21: Here We Are.

Edited to the best of my ability!

(Will revise later for mistakes)

Third Person POV

"It's been three months since it's happened and I still feel stuck." Crystal laid across the plush couch as she poured out her inner thoughts to her therapist.

"That's normal especially coming from what you went through, honestly if you came in here and seemed perfectly fine I'd have to get you into a psych ward." Dr. Taylor attempted to joke but Crystal was not amused he cleared his throat.

"I still have the nightmares." She admitted.

"You said that they stopped-"

"I know what I said, but I thought I had better control and now I'm not getting any sleep." She sighed and sat up, laying down wasn't putting her at ease.

"Is it about Thomas?" Dr. Taylor asked.

"No, Michael was the one who got away, what if he's looking for me? What if he already knows where I am and is just waiting on the perfect moment to kill me?" For three months that's all she had thought about. She even moved out of her apartment and into one with her best friend Tyisha, it wasn't a choice of hers. Crystal figured if she was really in any kind of danger she'd much rather be in a place by herself so she wouldn't risk others getting harmed. Melanie offered but Crystal refused since she was pregnant and soon going to have the baby, she had a family to take care of now. Crystal couldn't be a burden, however Tyisha wouldn't take no for an answer the stubborn woman had went and took it upon herself to jump the gun and rent out a roommate apartment with both of their names how she got that done? Crystal would never know but she didn't doubt that her sister had something to do with it.

"Paranoia is normal in trauma but we have to learn how not let that trauma define how our life will be, it takes time but with a little work and a lot of patience it can happen. Sometimes in moments of panic we have to be our own therapist by calming ourselves down and realizing an episode of panic." Crystal nodded in understanding.

"Let's switch topics a bit, have you reached out to Stefan?" Crystal bit at her lip nervously every time she heard Stefan's name her heart would ache, she hadn't heard from or spoke to Stefan since she quit a week after her being found. So much had transpired that night she was found and truth be told she was running from the questions that she wasn't too sure she wanted answers to.

"No." She swallowed.

Stefan's POV

"She's still in a session." Devon gave tabs on Crystal's whereabouts. Stefan was glad that she was getting some type of help for her mental and emotional trauma. I wanted so badly to just be there for her.

"Okay, make sure she doesn't see you." I instructed.

"Boss I've been keeping an eye on her for three months, I know the drill." Devon explained, but he didn't need to explain shit to me.

"I don't give a fuck if this is my millionth time telling you, act like it's the first time you've heard it! Now get the fuck off of my phone!" I snapped before throwing my phone onto my bed.

"There's no need to be snappy darling." My mother's voice came from no where.

"How long have you been here?" I asked not even using my energy to avert my attention to her, instead I just looked out at the view of the gloomy skies that matched my mood.

"Long enough, why don't you go see her Stefan, and put on a shirt will you!" I sighed before walking into my closet and put on a baggy Howard University sweatshirt.