Amirah Harris is 23 old women stuck working dead end jobs of being a waitress and a motel maid. She works by taking orders, cleaning disgusting floors, and working inhumanly long hours. She goes to college on top of that which eats at her as well.
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6 months... it has been 6 months since I killed Ray. I'm somewhat traumatized by the incident. Shooting Ray and dropping him in the water as if he was nothing broke me.
After I was rescued, I hadn't really been the same. When we got back to Giovanni's mansion I didn't eat, I had night terrors, and I didn't sleep.
I felt guilt for what I had done to Ray, he was a horrible person who destroyed me already. But to kill him, he didn't deserve death.
But unfortunately, I couldn't take it back and would have to live with the fact I killed Raymond. If I didn't, then I had to learn to.
After all of this Giovanni, my family, Asjah, and Cole all worried for me. So Giovanni decided to get me a therapist.
I was going to see her right now.
I opened the door to the office of Dr. Yolanda Harper, she was an African American female therapist. Giovanni thought it would be better for me to have a therapist who could relate with me and looked like me.
Giovanni told me that Dr. Harper has been a help to a lot of the men who were black in his mafia, they'd go to her and she'd help them perfectly.
Hopefully she can do the same for me too.
Once I walked in a younger woman at a desk greeted me, "hello Ms. Harris, Dr. Harper has been expecting you. You can go right in she's waiting for you." She chimed with a smile.
"O-Okay, thank you." I said with a weak smile as I walked past her and into the room in the back. There sat in a chair a middle aged black women, her hair was down, as her curls came past her shoulders.
She wore a white coat with wine colored blouse, her black long skirt covered her legs, as she wore wine colored heels with small amounts of black on them.
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"Hello baby come in," she shined with a warming smile as I allowed me to sit down and make myself comfortable.
"Alright Amirah, why don't we start off with introductions. Tell me about yourself and your childhood." She said as she took out a clipboard with a pen.
"Well I'm 23 years old, come from a home with two parents, I'm the youngest and only girl out of 4 older brothers. My dad came from Yemen and my mom is from here." I started off.
"So tell me about friends or family." She said as she wrote some more while looking at me.
"Well.. growing up, I didn't really have a lot of friends. Because my dad smothered me so much... i never really got a chance to make a lot of friends. The only friend I ever had was Asjah. She became my friend after some girls were picking on me and she came an helped me. We became friends at the sand box of our elementary school." I explained as a smile appeared on my face while the thought of when I first met Asjah came to play.
