I sink into the couch which was displayed in the health center's waiting room.
I stared at the monitor with nothing but a blank stare smeared across my My chest aching as if someone were stabbing it repeatedly with a meat clever.
I can't help but curl up into a ball, my body numb to its own surroundings.
I hate my monthly visits with Caren, my therapist.
She makes me feel like I'm not even human, alienating me from society's expectations and throwing me away.
"Bookie McCray?" A frail old woman behind the receptionist's desk called my name. "You can head on back." Her smile is gentle, and I nod, staring at the ground as I walk, not caring if I happen to run into something.
As I make my way down the narrow hallway, the screams echo in my head just as before. Anxiety boiling within my fragile veins. I steady my breath and try my best to remain calm. The last time I started freaking out in this god-forsaken place, I was held for 72 hours in the psych ward. Supposingly that was for my own well-being.
"Bookie?" A young woman stood in the middle of the door frame, her hair long, dark brown and very sleek.
Her skin was glowing, her cheeks a shade of rosy red.
She was a very beautiful woman. But beauty doesn't hide the terrifying factor she held within her delicate hands. Beauty couldn't hide the fact that she could easily rip me away from my own mother with the snap of her finger.
"Hi, Caren." I smile politely as she motions to let me into her office, I kindly accept trying my best to fake my own recovery despite the voices in my head reminding me that I had to run far, far away.
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The Girl Who Heard Voices.
Novela JuvenilWhen Stella, is convinced that she's insane, her mothers death triggers her to live on her own. But when her childhood friend, Simone pops back into the picture, is she somehow allowing herself to slip back into her childlike tendencies and depend o...
