"Please someone tolerant" - I was saying in my head while waiting in the waiting area.
- Miss... Poland please! - the woman at the register said loudly and with a bored tone
Everyone looked at me. I was a first world county, even European, I had a great family history so everybody knew me.
I got up shaking. The moment of walking through that corridor was terrifying.
I looked around. There were four other countries. Ghana, Kiribati, Paraguay and Malaysia. The last two weren't that poor. I was wondering what reason they are here.
I opened the door. Inside was a young woman (I immediately got fifty procent less stressed), sitting in on a couch. In front of it was a dark green armchair.
That woman was no other than West Virginia. One of The 52 children of the British Empire.
- Hello - she said with a nice tone and smiled at me
- Hi... - I said quietly. I was scared as hell.
- My name is West Virgina. I will be your therapist for the next year. - she explained. Her voice was so unbelievably warm and relaxing. - Sit down please.
***
- And? How did it go? - Czechia asked exited.
Czechia was my cousin and best friend. She lived only four houses away so we had sleepovers together almost every night. She and now Hungary where the only people that knew about me self harming. I trusted nobody like her.
- Erm... good... I guess - I stuttered. I was all shaking.
- Hey... it's ok. U are back now. There's nothing bad. U can calm down now.
- I know... it's just... I'm so... confused. And lost. And sad. And scared. But also happy that I'm back. And I'm mad at myself. - I said really fast and with a high tone.
- Ok, calm down, you don't need to name all the Inside Out characters, just calm down ok?
