Jason's pov
It's been a few months since i last saw her, that night replays over and over in my mind like a hint if da ja vu every few hours.
Don't get me wrong, i know i fucked up ,big time but that's why im here now.
"Lets try something different today, i want you to picture yourself anywhere in the world, where are you?" The woman turns over a page in the book with the pen in her wrinkled hand.
"Bell," my mind drifts off to those green eyes and timid smile,
"Jason, we've been over this a thousand times, the whole point of these sessions is for you to move on, what you did was wrong and you are lucky to be here and not in some other jail or something." Her sharp voice goes trough my one ear and out the other.
Beeb beeb beeb....
"Looks like im free to go doc, see you next week then." I grab my bag and glide out the door.
After that horrible night i never saw her again, i wonder why she never pushed charges or why her stuck up mother never wanted to hunt me down to kill me. Maybe i should find her again, try and explain what's wrong with me and why i acted the way i did, she'd understand, she's kind, a good one.
Walking home my feet clapping against the pavement i picture what it would have been like if shit didn't get out of hand, if i took my meds the way i should have and saw my therapist frequently. We would have been happy, if it just wasn't for her bitch of a father and now mother too.
A few hours pass as i struggle to come to a decision, whether i should go out and find her or just let it be. My mind and my heart is at war but like always not one of them can make the right decision.
No.
Im not going.
But what if she misses me too...
No, she doesn't.
Final decision,
I'm not going!
The next moring im off to work, now now i know what you think, how can someone like me get a job, let me tell you what it is, i work at a small café near the university as their dishwasher, i know its not much but atleast i keep myself busy like this.
Clocking in with a swipe of my plastic card i put down my bags and put on my aprin. Already dishes to clean, mostly cups and teaspoons at first and later on plates with left over food and so on.
Half way trough the day my mind is racing with the thought of her welcoming me again, i need her, i need to see her everyday or I'll go insane again, she's my drug and without her i feel worthless.
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