Get Me Out of Here (Completed)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Arkin was able to convince me to go for a checkup the next day. He went with me and had his own checkup too. He said he needed it, he said that going there doesn't mean you're crazy.

I know he only did that so he can convince me, but I was lured because of the assurance that he showed me. I agreed because he didn't make me feel that there's something wrong with me. Instead, he made me feel that it's normal.

"What did the doctor say?" I asked when we're already in the car going home.

He glanced at me and smiled. "You're fine. You're just stressed because of the consecutive things that happened. You just need to do some things to be able to get past through it."

My forehead creased. "What do you mean?"

"Armie.. I know you're going through something now. But I want you to know that every person goes through things like that. You just have to learn how to calm down and deal with it properly."

I stared at him. "How?"

So he began telling me about the therapies that the psychiatrist suggested. They gave me some activities and scheduled therapies. At first, I didn't want to do it. I find it impossible for me to open up to someone I don't even know, but later on, I ended up agreeing because I badly want to get better.

I know they won't tell me exactly what's wrong with me but I am certain that it's not normal. I'm not normal, but I'm not crazy as well. I am someone in between that, someone who's trying to hold my shits together so I can be a normal person, someone who's trying to figure out what life has for me.

Just a week after that, I decided to stop going to school too. Because I feel like I can't do it anymore, because I feel like I need a break. Thankfully, Mom and Dad agreed to it without asking me further.

I tried to focus on the therapies, I tried to deal with myself first. My mental health is on the verge of breaking and I thought what I did was enough to save me. But it wasn't.

I'm not sure if I just don't understand certain things or it's the people who don't understand me at all.

"W-What?" I asked the therapist unbelievably.

Today, she's trying another type of therapy to help me but I almost couldn't believe what she's asking me.

She smiled as if it's enough to reassure me. "You're claustrophobic, Armie. We need to expose you to your fears so you can overcome it."

I stared at her blankly, failing to understand her reason.

For weeks, she's been talking to me and I've been very open and honest about everything. It was hard for me to open up to people I don't know but I tried so hard to tell her everything. I told her about what happened in my past and she figured out that it's the reason why I'm experiencing things. She also figured out that I'm claustrophobic, and now she wants to expose me to my fear so I can overcome it?

"We'll start with a small windowless room, and then we can try a more enclosed place like the elevator."

I shook my head, my hands started to tremble because of fear and anger. I looked for my brother outside the windows but I couldn't see him.

"Armie, calm down.." She held my hand but I slapped her hand away.

"What calm down? How can you tell me that?" I stood up and she tried to stop me.

"Don't touch me!" I pushed her. "You said you're not gonna hurt me!"

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Armie, we're trying to help you."