School Mates

Chapter Thirteen

*Clara's POV*

I walked into my doctor's office. The images in my head were getting worse. I twiddle with my fingers as I sat in the red leather chair.

"Clara, welcome back" my hot psychiatrist spoke.

"Dr. Twan" I replied.

"So how are we today?" he asked.

"Anxiety is getting worse and the dream I keep having is still happening" I replied looking around his room like I always did.

He wrote stuff down on his notepad making me nervous. Shawn thinks he's the only one without a weird confession. I sighed as he continued to talk.

"Any other new dreams?" he asked.

"Actual yes, I'm walking down the school halls... I see my bestfriend Shawn just standing there like he's waiting for me. I smile and wave at the people I hate, I take one last look at Shawn and bam! A bullet goes through his head" I replied motioning a fake gun to my head and pulling the trigger.

Dr. Twan just sat there and nodded.

"I see, well I'm gonna prescribe you some medicine but I suggest you go see somebody who's had the same dream as you" he said handing me a slip of paper.

It had an address on one slip and my prescription on another. I just nodded at his response.

"And what's her name exactly?" I asked assuming it was a girl.

"HIS name is Evan, and he's been having some problems just like you" he replied.

I sighed fidgeting the pieces of paper into my pocket. I was so nervous today and I don't know why. I guess Shawn wasn't the only one with a secret on his hand. If I told Shawn about my mental health issues he'll never look at me the same again.

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I walked up to the old brick house that sat in front of me. It was chilling but it was calming. I knocked on the door a couple times and waited.

"Well hello there" an older blonde lady said. "You must be Clara, Dr. Twan's patient"

I nodded and grinned kindly.

She opened the black screen door wider letting me in. I saw a cute blond boy with dimples sitting on the couch.

"Evan, Clara is here to see you" the blonde said.

"I don't know any Clara's" he chuckled standing up.

I shook his hand kindly staring into his dark demon-like eyes.

"I'll let you two settle and I'll go make some tea" the lady said smiling.

"So you've been having the same dream as me eh?" he asked lighting a cigarette.

He blew a puff of smoke into my face as I fanned it away. He offered me a cigarette from his carton.

"No, thank you I don't smoke" I said.

He chuckled and nodded.

"Most pretty girls don't, they want to keep their youth" he teased.

I faked a chuckle. But he wasn't wrong, smoking just kills you instantly. Rottening inside and out. But from how attractive this kid was, it wasn't hurting him one bit.

We talked for a while about everything, which was weird. I would never pour myself out to a complete stranger. Well except for Dr. Twan.

"Thank you for having me" I said grabbing my jacket.

"Would you like to get a coffee sometime?" he asked helping me put my jacket on.

"Sure, that'd be cool" I replied smiling.

I thanked his mom and headed home. What even was that?