The Division

45

"I just feel like someone- someone is out to get me. My luck has just been terrible lately." I mumble the last sentence to myself but, Dr. Blanc seems to pick up my words.

Her face seemed to conform into a permanent frown that day as I told her about  my week. She scribbled some  words in her notebook. Her handwriting made the note look like it was written by a literate gorilla. Intelligent but illegible.

"It appears you feel a bit paranoid from what you've told me. Is this feeling intense or not?" She looked up at me through her purple framed glasses.

I tugged at the sleeve of my wooly sweater, picking some strands of wool out from their place. 

Should I tell her?

Or not?

I had an internal conflict in my mind.

"It's a little intense." I admitted telling the truth. It did feel intense, this paranoia I was having. She may think it's a mental thing and, a little part of me does too but, my subconscious mind says there's more to it than meets the eye.

Dr. Blanc nodded and wrote down some more things in her notebook. I stretched my neck a little like a giraffe to read but, she closed the book before I had the chance.

The alarm chimed as if on cue. It was like the book and clock had rehearsed a performance for today's therapy session. Dr. Blanc smiled at me, her eyes twinkling from the rays of sunlight pouring through the green curtains in her office, "Well, that's all for today. Remember to take your medication and, stay away from stress. Goodbye Gwen."

"Goodbye." I stood up and waved before leaving the room.

"See you Gwen." Michael's smile lifted my mood as I departed. I muttered the same thing back to him and left the psychiatric department.

Simone came to pick me up again, wearing sunglasses too, I might add. 

"Get in." She instructed harshly, staring ahead. I entered the car and refused to make eye contact. Lately, she has been really petty so, I've decided to be petty too. Ever since our fight, we've been trying to make our conversations brief and necessary. We're living in the same house but, it's like we're neighbors that live across from each other and  always have a feud every holiday.

When we got home, Simone threw her shoes off, allowing them to land randomly on the floor. This told me Aunt Cecilia wasn't home. If the shoes somehow appeared in their designated area, it would indicate her arrival.

My cousin made herself some mac and cheese and put on her favorite Disney show in the background. She needs to start watching stuff that's more..her age. I have no problem with Disney but, I feel like she's obsessed with it.

Unfortunately, she's always been like that for a while and, the way things are going, it seems like she always will be a Disney fanatic.

While Simone enjoyed herself in the living room, I wandered into our shared bedroom and thought of where the book of the Legion could be.

It was about four o' clock when all hell broke loose.

I heard squealing outside the door and removed my pillow from my face. Curiosity took over me, and like a cat, I was killed by it. 

"You guys look great!" Simone beamed like the sun, showing her perfect set of teeth and dimples. She invited the two guests in. Like opening the door to pure evil.

The first spawn of chaos had long dark hair reaching her tiny waist and was wearing pink glasses, not the nerdy type though, the cool ones I forgot the name of. Her smile was decorated with braces, the color of her teeth matching the color of her white crop top.Under it, she wore some ripped blue jeans and black sneakers.