Reflection

Chapter eight

The next few weeks are harder than anything I've ever had to live through. I just wish I could go out to the balcony and find her waiting for me there. I want her to waste three hours telling me why the Prisoner of Azkaban  is the best in the harry potter series. I just want her to be there to brighten up my life again. The hard weeks became hard months and before I know it three hard years have gone by. I basically spent the first year locked away in my bedroom, I ate food my mum would bring up, and the only time I got fresh  air is when I went out to sit on the balcony. At first Jackson would join me but that stopped when school started up for him. Mid-way through the second year I got a job at the local supermarket because I was sick of all the whispering behind closed doors. Even after I got my job my family continued to whisper and it soon came to my attention that Jackson was embarrassed to have his friends over when I was there. So the first chance I got I moved away. Unfortunately the place was only three streets away but at least it was mine. It was closer to work, there was no more whispering behind closed doors, and if I wanted to I could eat cereal at five o'clock in the afternoon in the nude and hear no complaints. Now it's been three years, I've kept the same job, I've enjoyed the privacy that comes with living alone, and more than ever I miss my best friend.

So that's it. Three years later and here I am waking u and starting my day in the same destitute way I have every other day. Shuffling out of bed in my studio apartment I make my way over to the kitchen and pour the remainder of the coffee from the pot in to a cup. I watch as my phone rings by my bed and don't even bother to make my way over and answer it. I know exactly who it is. Colin, my boss, has tried contacting me everyday for the past three days. Anyone would think that he would give up trying to get in touch with me after the first time I didn't answer. I know realistically I should go in to work or at the least I could call in but I know Colin will threaten to fire me if I don't go in and I can't afford to loose my job. I figure I've found the best loophole, If I don't answer the phone then he can't threaten to fire me, and as a result I can avoid loosing my job. In attempt to drown out my phone I turn the tv on and I'm successful for a while. Unfortunately the tv doesn't drown out the knocking coming from the other side of my front door. 

Who the hell is visiting me at this hour?

As the knocking grows louder on the other side of the door I shuffle over I dread the idea of possibly coming face to face with Colin as I open the door. Thankfully it's not Colin but instead it's someone that I completely do not recognize, but for a weird reason I feel like I know him. A tall white man in a black suit stood before me with a briefcase in one hand and a small crumbled up piece of paper in the other. "Hello Frankie". His voice sounds old, too old to belong to a man that looks to be in his mid thirties. "Do I know you?". I try to sound as threatening as possible while this strange man continues to stand by me with his foot in the doorway. "No. I'm your new in home psychiatrist. Dr. Winchester, and I'm here for as long as you need me". He holds out his hand for me to shake, and I do without hesitating which is strange for me since I'm usually reluctant about this kind of thing. Taking his hand meant I was accepting his introduction meaning I was accepting the fact that he is now in my life.

Wait did he say psychiatrist?

Without an invitation from me he makes his way inside my home and takes a seat on my couch. I want to kick him out but I have questions. Instead I close my door and turn around to face him. I expected to see him checking out my lace but instead he is watching me with a very vacant stare. I don't know exactly how to go about getting answers, instead I walk about my make shift front room and try to figure out how to approach him. He's not exactly the friendliest looking guy in the world. "So umm. Do you want something to drink? Water? Coffee?" "Water is fine thank you". Walking away from him I can't help but notice that he never takes his eyes off of me. Instead of asking him about it I do my best to ignore the burning feeling in the back of my head and get his glass of water. I don't have much time to think of a strategy so instead I just figure I'm going to be blunt, get the answers I need, and make him leave.