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Today is another mandatory therapy day, my favorite, one hour and 30 minutes of reliving my trauma .
"How's life been outside of isolation?" Frank asked doodling on his paper I thought about my answer thoroughly before speaking, one slip up could lead me into a straight jacket these days.
"People still stare, kinda like it happened yesterday, I still get the 'sorrys', the 'are you okays', and my favorite one 'it's not your fault' you know same old thing different day" I replied looking at my hands.
"But.....you do know that what happened that night...both of those nights wasn't your fault."
He peered at me through his glasses as I looked up at him suddenly changing the subject "you know I still have nightmares?, you'd think they'd be gone by now, but nope, still here, as a matter a fact they're more detailed, they're louder I still see that stupid mask everywhere I go and-" my throat began to burn with every word. "And I'm scared that every time I pass by someone, everytime I say hi to a stranger on the side walk, that I'm facing the killer.....it's dumb."
He sat down his papers and leaned in "Ashley what you're feeling here is completely normal, I've seen many patients walk in and out of here carrying a lot on their backs one thing they all have in common is not being able to admit that it wasn't their fault, to stop making themselves out to be the villian, being hard on yourself won't make things better, and the police is certain that the murderer died a little after the last murder"
the police connected the murders to a man named Vincent gibbs apparently they found two dead bodies in his backyard he ended up killing himself before he went on trial but not before confessing to 5 other murders including my parents they ended up dumping ex bf's murder on him too it never really sat right with me though I should've been relived but I still felt this crippling anxiety that he's out there
"Yeah...I know."
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Today I sat in math class starring intensely at the clock as if my eyes were going to force time to speed up, needless to say today was one of the bad days, but to be completely fair are there really any good days? And on top of that, I had math with stu I couldn't keep that weird moment with him out of my head why was he so weird about that closet what could be in there? Why couldn't I see it?
