Silent moon

Chapter 10

I could only hear some voices at a distance,
"She did what? Are you sure?-"
"I never had the chance to....I'll be heading off to the hospital once she is up."
"Do that first, I'll take my leave now."
Not very long after that, I just forced myself up the bed and walked out of the room. When my father saw me he soon ended the phone call he was on and came to me, "To your room." He said and carefully held me in, all he did sitting there for nearly 30 minutes was explaining that I needed to see my doctor again.

The next hour we were at the hospital, waiting for my doctor while my father was already on the third phone call, He kept noticing that I was looking at him and gave me a dull smile every time our eyes met.
He already has too much to handle I'm such a burden I thought to myself.
I spent more than an hour at my therapist presence, what I hate a lot about this is bringing up things that I always want to forget. However, I felt more twisted up after the session. I dropped a messages to my father and was asked to keep my live location on till I got home.

As I was walking home, an unfamiliar voice called out to me, "Athena! Hold on!" I turned to look, it was Ian. He came running and stood panting blocking my way, "Thank you so much, you saved my life the other day-" "How real are you?" I asked.
well, it was not like I could believe everything I saw, something like, the world I see is filtered through my mind.
"How real? What?" He asked confused-smiling. "What I'm saying is I'm really grateful towards you.. and.. are you alright?" "How real are you?" I repeated and walked past him. He followed me all the way, when we reached near the gate he asked, "Are you free tomorrow?" I gave him a blank stare, "I'm trying to return a favor, oh c'mon, you look scary like that."
"I have tennis practices tomorrow." I mumbled and went in.

My father and I were sitting across each other at the hall, it was getting  kind of awkward, neither of us was ready for a conversation as we both knew that we didn't want to bring up anything which would open up a wound, which already wouldn't heal. "So, who was that guy earlier?" He asked and I put down a little bit of the weight I was holding. "Ian Dawson, new to town, I met him a few days ago." I answered. "Nothing more?" I shook my head and he smiled. "For now." I joked as it bought some giggles into the room.

The next day, unlike the other days , I was dropped at the court.
"Call me once the practices are over, and don't forget we have to see your doctor."
"Okay dad, got it."
I've always loved playing tennis, the field always felt like home, like a place where I wasn't worried anymore, a place where I could relax and focus on myself.
The top the players of the year always had my name, so should this year.
I made up my mind and and got on with the matches.

I was ringing my father as I was walking out of the court, surprisingly I saw Ian waiting there, "Hey!" He said. "Hi, I'm sorry about yesterday.. I..." I put my phone down as thought of an excuse. "I was just not in my right mind." I said and he held up an envelope towards me. "Don't worry about that, I understand." He said as I opened it to see some tickets to an amusement park.
"I'd like to take you there tomorrow."