"Lee, what's wrong?!" Mom asked as she came rushing through the front door. She sat down on the couch next to me.
"I've been having these, like, flashback things. I can see what happened to me in the past. I know about the accident, I could see everything. But they're so vivid, it's like they're happening all over again," I explained.
Mom hugged me, "it's okay, honey. It's fine. You're slowly getting your memory back , it's a good thing!" She didn't seem to sure though, "Let's get in the car, I'm going to take you to a psychologist,"
"What!?"
She took my hand, "just to be on the safe side. They are a professional, they should be able to help you get the flashbacks under control,"
And then before I knew it, we were driving away to the psychologist.
***
"Levanah, my name is Doctor Hudson. I'm an experienced psychologist, so you're in safe hands. I'll help you get through these flashbacks, you have nothing to worry about," the doctor smiled at me. However nice she was, I still felt like I was inside some sort of mental asylum.
"Can you explain to me how you feel when you get a flashback?" Doctor Hudson snapped me out of my thoughts.
I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly, "well, I start to feel sick, and then if they're really bad then my head throbs. But it's mostly just nausea,"
"Right. How do you react to the flashbacks?"
"I just find somewhere to sit down and just let them happen, but then I kinda get freaked out,"
She flicked through some papers and then turned back to mom and I, "the best ways to get through these attacks are to just sit down, wherever you are, and just breathe slowly and deeply for 7 seconds in and 7 seconds out. Then when you have calmed yourself down, tell yourself what's going on, and remind yourself that what has happened in the past has happened, and that it's over now,"We were with the psychologist for a further hour and thirty minutes and she told us to come back a few times a month, so she can check how I'm getting on with the treatments.
"How do think it went?" Mom asked me as soon as we got into the parking lot.
"I think it went well. I don't think those treatments will work. The flashbacks just seem to happen, I can't keep them under control," I said whilst we sat down in the car.
Mom started to drive away, "Have faith, honey! I think you'll be just fine. Plus, Doctor Hudson is so nice," Just as she finished speaking, my phone started to ring.
"Hello? Oh, hey Cameron!" Mom grinned as I spoke.
"I'm just heading to Hollywood for the filming. I'll see you Wednesday, okay?" He said.
I smiled, even though he couldn't see me, "Okay. Promise me as soon as you get back you'll come over?"
"I promise," Cameron laughed, "See you soon,"
"Goodbye," and then I hung up.
"You two are so cute!" I frowned at mom as she gushed, "I know, I know. You're just friends!" She mumbled the next sentence, "Not for much longer probably,"
"What was that?" I raised my eyebrows.
Smirking, she returned her full concentration to the road ahead, "Nothing. I said nothing!"***
Two days passed and I only had one very minor flashback, even though the treatments didn't have any affect.
"Ready for Tuesday?" Mom asked as she parked outside the school.
I sighed, Tiffani was off sick yesterday so that meant she would be back today, "As ready as I'll ever be,"
Mom waved before I made my way into the crowd of students, eventually finding my way to the lockers.
"Hey hey! What did I miss yesterday?" Tiffani sang cheerfully. I mentally smacked my head against my locker.
I smiled, "Nothing really. There was an assembly about cyber-bullying, and Cameron's away for a three day filming, other than that, not much,"
"Awesome. How are you? You look kinda stressed," she frowned.
I sort of felt bad for not getting on with Tiffani to start with; to be honest, she's growing on me now.
"Well," I took a long breath, "there's a lot of stuff going on for me, I don't really wanna talk about it though,"
Tiffani smiled sympathetically, "It's fine, I totally understand. I hope you feel better soon. I hate seeing you when you're down," and then we made our way to our first class.Finally, the bell rang for lunch, signaling that it was almost the end of the day. Tiffani, Dani and I all grabbed our lunch and sat at our usual table. Today, Lori Peters and her little clique decided to sit at the table to the left of us.
"Hey! Gothzilla! Where's your boyfriend? He's not here to protect you today, is he?" Lori shouted towards us, causing everyone in the canteen to stop eating and stare.
Dani gritted her teeth and whispered, "Ignore her, Lee. She never has anything good to say,"
I took a sip of water.
Lori got her friends to join in with the insults, "Nirvana? Isn't that the old creepy rock band? If it's not on MTV, you shouldn't listen to it,"
"Let it slide, just calm yourself," Dani instructed.
They continued with comments about my music and fashion taste, until Lori walked over to me and looked me right in the eyes whilst smirking.
"What's wrong? Are you sad because you don't have anybody left? Not even your daddy's here to stick up for you!"
That was the last straw. I could feel my blood boiling, I could almost taste the anger. Nobody mentions my dad. Nobody.
"Lee! Calm down!" Tiffani and Dani yelled. All eyes were on us.
Don't do it. Don't do it.
It was too late. My adrenaline got the better of me, I could've hit a brick wall and wouldn't have felt a thing.
So before I could think, my fist had collided with Lori's nose. Hard.
Blood was now gushing from her right nostril and there was instantly a bruise forming.
"What is going on here?!" Principal Hernandez stormed into the canteen, stopping everyone from cheering.
"That girl punched Lori Peters in the nose!" Someone said excitedly.
I wiped the smudge of blood off my hand.
Lori took a tissue from her friend and held it to her face, over-exaggeratedly fanning herself, "You'll regret this, freshman!"
"Levanah Green, my office. Now,"AN: ooooh im leaving you in suspense DUNDUNDUUUUN! Ahaha, the new chapter will be up soon. Maybe even tomorrow! I don't know, wait and see.
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I Remember | Cameron Boyce story
Hayran Kurgu"There's a lot of magic between you too, ain't no denying that. And magic makes forgettin' hard." Levanah Green was that typical 10 year old. Cute hair, dresses and a constant smile on her face. Who knew that one little accident could erase her ent...