I said nothing as I slid into the backseat of the minivan.
Dad peered at me through the rearview mirror.
"You don't want to sit next to me?" he asked. I merely kept staring at the back of the front seat, struggling not to tap my foot repeatedly in nervousness. "Rachel?"
I sighed.
"Let's just go,dad," I told him. Better to get this over with as soon as possible.
Dad started the car and drove out of the school premises. Ms Sarah's office wasn't a long drive from here. Within fifteen minutes, we were at the tall plaza where her office was located.
Without saying a word, I placed my hand over the door knob to push it open.
"Rachel." Dad stopped me. "Baby, I'm only doing this because I love you.You know that right?"
My hand tightened on the knob along with the constriction in my chest.
"Don't say that."
I didn't turn to look at him, but I could feel the pain coming off of him. I couldn't stand it.
"I-I'll see you in an hour," I said, then pushed the door open and stepped outside.
The journey upstairs felt like an eternity, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't tell her. What if she thought me insane?! That was if she didn't already think I was insane. What if she sent me to a mental institution?!
You're overthinking this, Rachel. Breathe...
I made myself knock on the cold metallic door.
"Come in," came the gentle voice of my therapist.
I steeled myself, taking a deep breath as I let myself into the room.
"Rachel!" A smile lit up her face. "How are you today?"
I sat on the comfy couch, though it didn't feel so comfortable right now.
"Fine," I replied, tightly.
She tilted her head as if to study me properly from across the mahogany table.
"Are you upset that I called for you during school hours?"she asked, with a small pout.
I gave her an uninterested stare. I really wasn't in the mood for her playfulness. I knew it was to put me at ease, but it wasn't going to work, not with the tension I was in.
She leaned back into her swiveling chair, smiling.
"Your dad told me you're trying out for handball," she started. "That's a great..."
"I don't think I should do that anymore," I interrupted.
She frowned in confusion.
"Why the change of heart? Your dad said you were pretty enthusiastic about it."
A shiver made me tremble as I recalled the events of yesterday.
I winced. I was sure she had noticed. Her eyes were so quick sometimes that I questioned her humanity.
"Is there something you want to tell me, Rachel?" she asked, her tone dropping from its original ecstatic state.
I stared down at my hands clenched in my laps. I was scared... Scratch that. I was terrified of what I had seen, and it would only get worse if I didn't tell someone. But I also had to consider the implication of telling her too.
"Rachel."
I winced. She had taken on that voice. The one that carried so much sympathy it made me feel like I was on my deathbed.
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Blade
SpiritualRachel Brown lost all connection to spirituality the day her brother died and her mother became a victim of paralysis... Or so she thought. Six years later, she is still battling against the forces that threaten to tear her life apart. They are succ...