Chapter 2-déjà vu-

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"Hello, what would you like to Oder?"  "I'll take a tea please" "just a tea?"  "Yes just a tea"  "okay will be right out with you! Ding" "what ding?"  "DING DING DING"

Daniel pulls his body up, in cold sweat, his heart pouncing like fanatical. He pulls the blanket off and sits while putting his hand on his forehand. "What the heck was that?" Daniel gets up and heads for the bathroom, opens his bedroom door and walks out to his bathroom. When he is in, he looks himself in the mirror. Red on his arms and his face, sweat running down his forehead, a slight of tears running down as well. All because of a dream. "It didn't even seem scary, why am I like this?" It was Monday, normally he would be in school but today he has to go to therapy. At 12:00 that's is, he has three hours to do what he want till he needs to go. He went out of the bathroom and stops at the kitchen. Looking at the dirty dishes, barely any clean dishes to cook or eat off. "I'll clean it before moms comes back, I am just hungry and ain't feeling cleaning after what happen. I'll just go to the cafe" While saying that he opens the front door and starts to head to green tea 🍵 'Ding' the door make to indicate someone is coming in. "Welcome to green tea cafe!" The lady at the register said, Daniel goes up, and waits behind someone. Once it was he's turn, he looks at the menu hoping to find something to eat. But nothing sound appetizing. So he thought to just get a drink. "I'll just have the tea please."  "Is that all?"  "Yes that is all."  "Okay, do you have our rewards membership?"  "No, I do not."  "Alright the total will be $2 and 57 cents". Daniel pulls out three dollars, he didn't have any change. The lady gave his change of the extra money. Daniel starts to head to a table, He and then sits down pulling out his phone. He then starts thinking. This kinda happened in his dream, not the same wording but the same meaning. Just not with the ding.

Daniel sits up and puts down his phone to smile at the waitress. "Here is your Oder sir" "Thank you very much." Daniel, grabs the cup and took a sip. Although put it down immediately, for because how hot it was. He took deep breaths and blow the tea to cool it down. It took a few to cool it down. Even he tried it again, it was too hot so he decided to be on his phone and wait to cool.

He opens his phone to find one unread message from his mom. He opened it just too find out she was telling him not be late for therapy. He text back 'okay' He doesn't want to be in trouble again for skipping it, she went on a full lecture about how she wants him to be better and how much it costs. He puts down his phone and took a sip of his tea, finally being able to drink it.


Daniel took two hours just watching and drinking. He needed to be in the waiting room before noon. So he got up and headed to leave. Once out he started to walk to the clinic. It wasn't far but he isn't going to take the ricks. He crossed some roads, flowers sent all around the area, and people talking. Chatting, something Daniel hates but also loves. He hates that everywhere you go someone might be talking about you, judging you, whispering about you. Even through that's impossible, not everything is about him in so he knows that. But he loves it because it blocks out any unwanted thoughts, stay focused, or daydream. That was the best thing, peace.
He starts to get closer to the clinic. Once there, Daniel sat in a long chair, kinda makes it look like a mini couch. He knew his mom already checked him in, he just needed to wait.

"Daniel Johnson?" He heard his name get called, he huff, not waiting to go. He got up and headed to his therapist waiting for him. He shut the door behind them and continue to walk down a hallway. Into a room. A couch and a table in the middle. A chair on the other side. He sat at the couch, wait for her to be ready.

"So Johnson how is you grades at school?"

A/N: Hello 👋 sorry it was short. This will continue on the next story like always.

Word count: 785 words

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