JAH SAYS

19: Progress 💜

(Beginning of part 3)

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I turn over, still laying down and open the private Insta messages and read what they say.

"Hey, this Herah?" Kin Soul's first message reads, making me smile.

"Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time... How you doin?" Reads the second one.

"Hey, Kin! 😁 Yes, this is Herah. And you didn't at all catch me at a bad time... I'm good, thank you for asking. What about you?" I reply, noticing him typing.

"I'm straight. I didn't forget what I promised you. Send the photo through and I'll post it😤💪🏽 As promised." Kin texts.

Oh right... The picture!

I open my gallery, finding the picture and send it straight to him. After a few minutes, I check his feed, seeing it there as his newly posted photo.

"Thank you for that!" I text him and he heart's it.

"No problem. Have a good night!" Kin replies and I give his message a heart too.

"Thanks, Kin! You too!" I text back, placing my phone back down next to me as I stretch out my limbs, still laying down in bed.

Well, that was a breath of fresh air...compared to that dream I just had...

*LATER*

"Mom..." I sigh through the phone, making my way to my kitchen, moving it away from my ear as she yells at me.

"I did! I sat through a whole session-"

"Oh, so you haven't truly been going after that?!" She asks as the speaker screeches.

Once she's silent, I bring the phone back to my ear.

"I... I told you, already. I have!" I say, getting annoyed.

"And I want to hear that you have! I'm calling Dr. Mark, later today and-" She goes on, forcing me to cut her off.

"Alright, fine, Mom! Talk to you later, bye!" I say, hanging up while she rants the same things over.

'Go to therapy, Herah!' 'You need it!' Because...

I drop my arm with my phone in hand and stare off into space.

...you're the problem.

"Should I even actually go?" I question aloud but the silence doesn't answer me.

Screw it...and screw her!

*AT DR MARK'S OFFICE*

"Tell me all about it. The crazier, the better." Dr. Mark encourages, clearly intrigued.

I ignore the stinging in my eyes and try to speak but my breath gets caught in the back of my throat.

I...can't tell him. I can't understand why I feel like I really need to. But that's not happening!