"'October 11, 2024' I don't know why I have that date in mind, it's almost as if god is letting me know beforehand that this day is important. I still think about the accident. I can't remember anything. I try sometimes but no matter what I can't seem to remember anything I try sometimes but no matter what I can't seem to remember anything from when I was 18 to when I was 25, there are a couple of things but they don't all connect. I told my parent that I didn't care anymore. And that I'm just going to move forward, which is true, but occasionally I get curious. I hear them talk sometimes about a girl, my girlfriend, but when I ask them they just blow it off, I stopped trying after a year or two. I figured, why worry about it? if I can't change the outcome" I pause "Val this sounds like the start of a depressing movie"
"It's an exercise...I think?... it's supposed to help you realize how much you've overcome"
"You think?" I get up from the couch and start gathering my things "you're going to be a horrible therapist..or was it a psychiatrist? Psychologist? I don't know the difference honestly, but whatever you're going to be, you're going to be horrible at it"
"That's mean. Friends are supposed to support your dreams, not bring you down" Vall scoffs and leans back in her chair, I smirk and lean forward
"Friends are supposed to be honest, besides, it's not mean, I'm saving you the embarrassment of the whole 'uh not sure what you have but I THINK it's this you know?" she rolls her eyes.
"Yeah well, I'm saving you money by letting you be my patient" I open the door and sigh. I know I'm mean to her and it's unfair, but it's the only way I know how to express myself, and I know it's not okay but I'm glad she's still here.
"Thanks, Val, I think you are helping me a lot" she smiles wide
"Really?!" she jumps up and runs towards me " I will help you get better even if you don't actually believe in me," she says squeezing the life out of me.
"I hope you do" I'm not sure if I do believe in Val, it's not her or her skills I just stopped believing anyone could help me remember or figure out what happened. I've tried many therapists in the past few years, but none were successful. I thought maybe I would be more successful with someone I know but I'm not sure. Maybe it's too early to tell. If I'm being honest I don't know if I want to get better, or if I care enough to get better.
"I'll see you later Val, I have to meet up with Milo today" she gives me a last squeeze and then pulls away. I can feel her sadness grow. I'd like to think I help her as much as she's trying to help me.
"Be careful, and say hi to Milo for me"
"I will, good luck with your next patient" her face lights up
"I knew you believed in me" I smile
"I'm wishing you good luck for a reason" I shut the door before she could say something else. Talking about it makes me feel sad, but I feel like I should. It's an empty yet heavy feeling that is extremely uncomfortable. A feeling I can't shake off but I refuse to let anyone know that. It's weird, you'd think I'd share this information with my so-called therapist but there are still some things I'm not sure I want to know.
I call Milo a couple of times before going into the building.
No answer.
Typical Milo. Sending me straight to voicemail.
"Hey man- wait, does anyone even actually use voicemails, more importantly, do people even listen to them? Whatever just answer the phone please"
I hesitated before going in
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A glimpse of us
RomanceAdrian Rousseau wasn't supposed to wake up from his coma but he did. with it came memory loss. Missing pieces of his past, constantly haunt him. While his friends try and help him, the shadow of the mystery woman he once loved continuously follows h...
