Muse [h.s.]

Therapy

''I had to run. I couldn't stop. I couldn't look back. I had to keep going, keep running from what was behind me. The wind flew through my hair getting it out from my face. It was cold, a cold saturday night. the wind became stronger and stronger blowing my away as I would go further. The moon was looking at me with a pale expression. It was like she was warning me to run, to get out of here. Some drops of sweat formed on my forehead and felt on my white botton-up shirt. My breath become heavier and heavyer with every step that I would take. the steps behind me were more proeminent by second. they were closer and closer. My body was starting to crack under pressure but my mind kept me going. I started cryind. Involuntary and childish. Tears went down my chin as I tried to run faster. I could see the woods. I smile formed on my red pale face. "There is still hope." I wishpered under my breath. The trees were tall and large. I could hide behind them. The dark could help me camuflate better and escape. I steped on the wet grass. It touched my bare legs and I started shaking. I waited so long to feel again what nature could offer me. Confort and understanding. Nature is more diffrent than some white walls and a harsh flour with a prison like bed for more then 5 years. Tears started forming on the eche of my eyes from that terrifing memory. I went deep into the woods where the steps behind me stoped but I could still feel his breath and cold emotionless eyes staring at my scretched back and ripped blouse. I went left so I could lose him. The right and the left. The stars were looking at us...two crazy people running in the horror night. One to hide from the beast, the other one to capture its pride. The sky was turning blood red like I will if I don't get lost into these woods. I turned left and then right with the hope that I will lose him. Suddenlly I felt into the muddy wet ground. I got behind a tree because something did't let me get back up and run. The man kept going deep into the woods. A reliefe escaped my bruised lips. I rested my head on the tree and fell asleep with my legbleeding because of my fall. And there you found me.'' I finish smilying shyly at my therapist. His blue eyes trail to my weak bruised body, then returns to his small notebook in his hand. He writes something, one of his blonde strands of hair falling on his porcelain face. His muscles contracting as he writes, glasses on the tip of his nose. His ocean eyes meet mine making me blush involuntary, examining my futures on my face. My grey blue eyes, my dark black hair, my pale face and my pink full lips, my long legs and my prudish skinny body.

''For a 19 year old girl you are very brave. How could you resist all this past years?'' he says. The look on his face expresses concern and curiosity, but more then that fear. Fear of what am I gong to tell him. The fear of what he is about to know.

"Well...

This is just the begining. I know is confusing right now but every thing will come clean after a few more chapters. I hope you will stick till the end. Thank you for reading and excuse the bad grammar
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