BOOM - And everything was different

Part 19

about 30 hours later

We were back in Hawaii. I didn't say a single word during the whole 'trip'. It wasn't a trip. At least not for me. For me, trips are fun. Going to the funeral of your dead parents is all but fun. I, deep down inside me, enjoyed one thing. Flying.

I love to fly. Being able to see the world from above. Not having to face any of the problems down there. Having the feeling, nothing is impossible. Impossible. Everything is possible if you just try hard enough. My parents always said that. It's not true. A lot of things are impossible. Of course, getting a better grade is possible, seeing your friend, when they live a while apart is possible.

But not everything is possible. Breathing in the outer atmosphere is not possible. Visiting your dead parents is not possible. Breathing underwater without any kind of help is not possible. However, it's a cute sentence to motivate children. It just doesn't apply to this reality, on this world. Or at least not in my world.

Today was my first appointment with a therapist. Steve was driving me there. "Good luck.", he said. "I'll be right here in an hour.", he added. I entered the building. It was all white and appeared very sterilized. There were multiple doctors in this one house. Maybe that was the reason. I looked at an overview to find the name Ronald Bine.

I took the elevator. Just to avoid the stairs. My wound wasn't healed completely yet and Steve told me that I should start working out and moving to get my muscles into moving but I didn't. Why should I? It doesn't change anything anyway.

The elevator's 'bling' got me back into reality. I knocked at the door in front of me, a young-looking guy opened it. "Hey, you must be Marissa.", he greeted me. He opened the door completely and I stepped in. He showed me an armchair where I could sit. He sat right in front of me.

"So, you can call me Ron and we'll start with an easy question: why are you here?" I didn't want to answer. Didn't Steve already tell him why? "I thought my uncle already told you." He sighed. "See, I don't want to know, why your uncle wants you to be here because in that case, you can just walk straight out that door again. I would like to know, why you are here. Why you think you need to talk with someone."

I didn't answer. "Okay, I see, we don't get there this way. Let's start softer. Did you have your complaints about longer now or because of an incident?" I looked down. My eyes started to fill up with water. "Be-because of an incident." "So what happened?" He waited a while without me saying anything. "You don't have to answer immediately if you don't want to. Most people need a while to open up." "My-", I took a deep breath, "my parents died a few days ago and before that, I got shot."