the one that got away ; jenyong

one

"You have to attend the appointment this time, Jennie." Mother said, all eyes on me. I didn't respond to her words. Instead, a loud sound of breathing escapes my mouth.

"It's not like I'm forcing it on you, but your marriage is in two months. It would be better if we fix your problem before your marriage." Mother explains her point.

It's true. She's right. I shouldn't have stayed with this thing forever. Especially when it's near my big day.

This thing has haunted me for like, 15 years. Even though I have felt something that should have helped me to get rid of it, I still couldn't.

"I will, mother," I said, and a huge sigh of relief could be heard in the room. Mother looked at the father that was seating across the dining table. I could see her exchanging smiles with him.

I'm doing this for their sake of them.

After all, I should have just moved on.

I should make a huge move so I can live my next life peacefully, with the person I love this time.

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The room is cold. Cold enough to have me buttoned up my coat until it covers my chest. As soon as I entered the room, I was told to put away all my things aside.

I take a seat on the couch as I was told to.

"Miss Jennie, I assume?" the therapist asked me. That was the first question he threw since the time I entered the room. I answered with a nod.

"I listened to the whole story during the meeting with your parents last week. SoI don't have to ask you anymore." he continues. I feel like the appointment today is not going to end up well. I don't know I just feel like it will.

I nod again.

"After this, I need you to stop answering me with nods," he said again. I answered with a nod. again.

He just smiled realizing that I completely ignored his order. I didn't mean to. I just feel like whenever I open my mouth it doesn't feel right. That's why I chose to stay quiet. in any conversation. Even though I was the main topic of it.

He suddenly stood up from his seat. The therapist arranged his steps towards the window, as he pulled the curtain and shut them closed. As if he didn't want any natural light to enter the room.

Apart from that, he also shut down all the clocks clicking inside the room. As if he was preparing to do something to me. And I didn't even know what it is, or what is going to happen to me.

"I need you to sit down. In a very comfortable way. you can lay down if you want to." I was startled by the sudden order from him. He didn't ask me anything about my illness. Just went straight to the point.

I didn't question his order, I just followed them and got myself eased onto the couch.

"I want you to know that whatever happens, you are not asleep, nor unconscious. enlighten yourself about that," he said, settling himself to be standing right next to my spot.

"Your eyes might feel heavy, and I need you to listen to whatever your body is telling you to do. It's okay to close your eyes during the process."

I did, I followed my body, and I closed my eyes.