The Untold

Chapter 28

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait for until you're done here?" Mina asked, as the attending nurse called Chaeyoung's name.

"Yes. You said you have to get groceries, right?" Chaeyoung answered, "You can just asked Jeong or Dahyun to pick me up."

"O-okay." Mina said hesitantly, she doesn't want Chaeyoung to feel alone. That's the point of going here with her in the first place. But the girls decided to have dinner together in Mina's house. "I'll ask Jeongyeon then."

"Alright. Take care." The shorter girl waved her hand as she walks to the room where she'll meet her therapist.

Mina just watch until Chaeyoung got inside. She feels at ease knowing Chaeyoung seems comfortable with her therapist. The shorter girl even talked about Seulgi the whole ride home during their first session.

"Mina-ya." she heard her name and immediately turn to see who called her.

"Eh? Lisa?" Mina said walking closer to the taller girl. She's wearing a hoodie and a pants. "Are you going home now?"

"Yes." Lisa smiled, "How about you?"

"I just dropped Chaeng off." Mina answered, looking at the door where Chaeyoung entered. "But I still have to do groceries."

"Really? Me too." Lisa said, wrapping her hands on Mina's arm. "Why don't we go there together?"

Mina looked at the door once more. She really does want to wait for Chaeyoung. But got no choice since the latter don't want her to wait for her. "Sure." she answered, looking at Lisa.

"She's in good hands." Lisa blurted, seeing Mina's worried face. "Doc. Seulgi is the best."

"You know her?"

"Uhum." Lisa hummed in response. "She's engaged with a friend of mine."

"I heard good things about her." Mina responded, "Chaeng feels comfortable with her."

"That's a good thing, right?" Lisa asked, looking at Mina.

Good thing. Mina repeated to herself. She don't really know. Maybe. Maybe it's really a good thing Chaeyoung got comfortable with her in an instant. And she should be happy for that.

When Chaeyoung entered the room, Seulgi greeted her with a wide smile.

"How are you, Chaeng?"

"Good." the shorter girl answered, sitting on the chair in front of Seulgi.

"I'm glad to hear that." Seulgi said, popping  a jelly bean om her mouth. "You want some?"

Chaeyoung looked at the jar full of jelly beans and nooded, "Yeah."

Their conversation started with Seulgi asking how she's feeling at the time. And sometimes they would talk about arts.

"Chaeng.. I just want to ask. Do you think you need my help?" her tone is now laced with seriousness. Something Chaeyoung finds intimidating.

The younger girl looked down. Like she always does when she's not sure what to say. But she knows better than not to talk. That's the reason why she's here. To talk. And this therapy would be non sense if she don't. "Yes." she answered, still have her head low.

"Why?"

"Because.. I don't know what's happening with me." she admitted, she finally lifted her head Seulgi kept quiet. The older girl seems to want to listen more and wants Chaeyoung to elaborate what she just said. So she continued, "Sometimes, I get scared.. Out of nowhere. A-and it makes me feel sick to my stomach. It makes my chest tighten. Like I'm drowning and there's no air to breathe."

"Scared of what?"

"I don't know. It just.. It just happen."

"I see.. Do you still remember the last time you felt that way?" Seulgi asked patiently.

Chaeyoung just nodded. The feeling is still fresh inside her. "When.. When my friend accidentally broke a glass.. I got scared and panicked."

"And you said you don't know why?"

"Exactly."

"Don't you think it's just because of the fact that the glass got broken?"

"I dont.. I don't think so.." Chaeyoung said, her voice almost cracked just by remembering those broken glass. "I feel like.. Its not just about that."

Once again, Seulgi grabbed some papers and color pencil from her drawer. "Why don't you draw what you feel whenever you think about broken glasses?"

Chaeyoung nodded as she reached for the materials. Drawing waht she feels is better than talking.

"Just draw the first thing that comes to your mind when you think of broken glasses." Seulgi added.

Chaeyoung then let her hands moved. Like what she told Seulgi, whenever she draws, she feels like nothing arround her is there. She feels like she's the only one in this room. She focused on what she's drawing and did what Seulgi told her: to draw the first thing that came up on her mind.

The latter waited patient as Chaeyoung focused on her work. She knows it's hard for Chaeyoung to talk about what she feels for now. And drawing is another way for her to understand the girl.

When Chaeyoung finished, she hesitated showing the paper to Seulgi. Because she just realized what she had drawn.

"Can I see?" She heard Seulgi asked. She slowly gave her the paper and looked down on her fingers.

Seulgi's not really expecting what Chaeyoung drew. The paper has nothing but red color and a broken glass of wine bottle.

That is one thing Seulgi loves about drawing. People draw what they're thinking without realizing it.

"Is this what came to your mind when your friend accidentally broke a glass?"

"Y-yeah." Chaeyoung nodded slowly. "I don't know why I drew it."

Our minds do things unconsciously sometimes. Those memories we try so hard to push down sometimes slip to our consciousness. And when it does, it starts to threaten us. It starts to makes us feel sick. It makes us panic.

"You don't remember why?"

"I don't remember why, yes." Chaeyoung answered.

"Do you trust me to help you, Chaeng?"

"Yes."

"Then close your eyes.. This might be painful for we don't know what to expect. But I need you to try to remember the last time you saw this broken wine bottle. And tell it to me, honestly." Seulgi commanded. Her voice is firm yet calm. "Take your time to remember."

Chaeyoung followed what Seulgi asked her to do. She in drew a long breath before closing her eyes. She tried to remember the broken wine glass..

"Focus on the glass, Chaeng. Where did you last saw it."

Chaeyoung focused her mind with broken wine bottle. Without her knowing as she tries to remember it, tears started flowing down her face. Her fingers, caressing the long scar she have on her neck.

"Blood.. T-there's a lot of b-blood.."

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A/N: Another update since most of you voted for our girls already :)

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