Meet Dilemma

Strange Feelings

Weeks had passed. Everyone had nearly forgotten about Eternity, but not me... I thought about him everyday. And I would shed a tear for every memory we had. It's safe to say that I would cry 24/7 over someone who had been gone for nearly 3 months.

My mother decided that enough was enough. If was time for action. She took me to a psychologist twice a week to address my "emotional instability", whatever that was supposed to mean. I thought the idea was straight up STUPID! Why would you pay someone $100 an hour to talk about your feelings. I could express my feelings to myself for free. The only thing that's different is the fancy couch you get to lay on and the annoying repeated question , "And how do you feel about that?". But still, I went, even though I absolutely hated it.

Dr. Rowe would ask me these questions that made no sense whatsoever. I would go into detail about my situation, about losing Eternity, about my pain, and my feelings, and then, she would ask me a question that I had already answered if only she would've listened. Sometimes I wonder how she got a Ph.D.

I left counseling that afternoon, when he called. He sounded depressed, like there was a burning expression that had to be let out.

"Are you busy?"
"No, I just left this hell-hole."
"Can you please meet me in the meadow?"
"What's wrong?"
"Just please meet me there, I have to tell you something."

He hung up without saying another word. I was worried. Was it a family problem? Did he have to move? What could be so terrible that he just had to get off of his chest?

I wanted to be there for him but, as he always did, he kept it a mystery. I walked over to the meadow. He was sitting there, with his face buried in his arms as he laid his head down on the picnic table.

I called his name... and slowly, he lifted himself up, revealing a bruised face.

"WHAT HAPPENED?"

"I couldn't take it anymore. I did wrong, I had to be punished."

"You did this?"

He pulled up his shirts, revealing the tissue deep cuts, making patterns on his arms. I cried, he had self-inflicted pain.

"What did you do so wrong???"