Death on Campus (Acexreader)

26

5 months later

"Experience any nightmares lately?"

"No, I've been having them less and less." You replied to your therapist.

Contrary to your beliefs, therapy was a lot better than you thought it was. After the whole Apoo fiasco, therapy was something that was very much needed. Especially when you started experiencing constant nightmares, in which you were back in that room with Apoo, only Ace never came to your rescue. Ace and your friends had also pointed out that you were less trusting of new people. Something you denied until you realized you turned down all your classmates that asked you if you wanted to join in a study group. You also flat out refused to go to any parties, not that you went to every party, but you wouldn't go to any like you used to.

"What about that study session your classmates asked to go to? Did you attend?" Your therapist stared down at the notepad in front of them.

"I went. It wasn't terrible, I got along with most of them, but... I didn't know how to talk to those that gave one worded responses or said nothing, they made me nervous." You shrugged.

"Completely understandable. It's hard for the best of adults to communicate with those that say nothing. Even so, it's good you went. How's your relationship with Ace?"

"Good. He's always been my rock, even before the whole Apoo thing. We've actually been looking at apartments to move into." You smiled. Even with Apoo in jail you and Ace still found each other spending a lot of time at one another's dorm. It only made sense to move in each other, especially since Nami was threatening to charge Ace an outrageous rent each time he spent the night at your dorm.

"That's good, hopefully you two find a nice place. How has work been?"

"Alright, I both like and hate the shorter hours. I like the shorter hours because that way I'm not dealing with people all day. But, I hate that a twinge of fear still shoots down my spine each time someone comes in. I'm also losing out on money that should be used for the new place." You sighed as you leaned back on the sofa you were sitting on.

"It will take some time, but not everyone is out to get you, (Y/N). People are just coming to get coffee, not harm you. Of course, baby steps are good too. It's really good that your able to work in the cafe again." Your therapist nodded, they looked at the cock hanging on the wall before turning their attention back to you. "We have ten minutes left in the session. Is there anything else you'd like to discuss?"

You leaned back on the couch, thinking about all that was going on in your life currently. "My mom is coming for a visit. Well not here, she's staying at my dad's house for a few days."

"You've been writing to her more often, correct? How do you feel about her visiting?"

"Yeah, her letters are often short, but she seems happy in her letters. Her doctors think she's doing better, so they wanna see how she does back at home. I'm happy she's coming, I'll be staying at my dad's while she's visiting. But, I can't help but feel that things might feel awkward." You shrugged.

"Awkward how?"

"Well, I've visited her at the institution. But, she hasn't actually been home for years, what if we only get along in our letters and don't actually like each other in person?" You nibbled at your bottom lip in worry.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about. Sure, things may seem awkward at first as your mom adjusts to her surroundings. I think the best way to approach this situation is to find things you both have in common. Plus, you have a bunch of stuff to catch her up on that you can't fit into your letters. I think it will be a good visit, for both of you." Your therapist smiled.