Within Reach

~Part 6~ ~some things should never be resurected~

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So, turns out rehab wasn't as bad as I'd thought.

It was basically just a 1&1/2 hour session, in where a lady with a short black bob, tried to get me to do things I had no hope in doing.
Not the first time anyway.
Trying to lift my legs, wiggle my toes, or move my bum, were pretty much out of question for day 1.

But according to the instructor, it could have been much worse, and, she expects me to be moving within a month. Bad news was, I had to remain in the life sucking, completely stupid, germ filled, hospital, until I could move both my legs.
Not walk, but I had to have some feel back in the muscles. So that seemed, pretty much 2 weeks away.
Thank, god.
But what was even worse than having to remain in the death pit, was the fact that ever since I woke from the 21 day coma, I'd been having counselling. counselling.

Hell in a session, was its pretty spot on definition.

The too nice voice, too sensitive reactions, the too observative eyes, too concerned expression, all picked up on my every movement. I felt as if I couldn't cross my hands without them suggesting I attend anger management classes.

"Hello Audrey!" Jill, my completely idiotic councillor, exclaimed as I wheeled through the doors, 2 minutes late from start time.
"Hi" I mumbled back flatly. She gestured to the spot where the space of moved chairs was obvious.
"Please, have a spot!"
with tired arms, I pushed Myself, to the dominate area of carpet.

"Ah... thanks" I murmured.

"So today, ta ta ta... Let's see..."

She flipped page by page through the folder, holding details of my personal life.
"Well, let's start as usual. What is your name?"

"Audrey" I replied, my voice stale.

"What is the date today?"

"The 2nd of March 2001"

"Yes. Exactly 1 month today since your arrive in hospital"

The day I attempted suicide. But she had no chance of bringing that up.

"And 13 days since you awoke from a doctor induced coma. Correct?"

"Yes...Think so."

Quietly, she placed several pieces of paper back on the desk behind her, returning with several pens.
"Good, good, good. So, Audrey" she leant over her clip board,
"last week you got up to where your 'mother' left for Bali."
Mother was just another word for monster who tried to control me.