When I Find Love Again

Chapter 1

2 years later.

"Come on Vanessa, you have to do this. It's for your own good." my best friend, Anastasia, said trying to confort me.

I was in an office of Orientation and Psychiatric help.

I had to let everything out instead of keeping every secret, every moment we had together. Everyday is a different memory of when we were together and it has affected me. I would promise myself to forget him and move on,but its very hard to do when all you can think about is him.

I told Anastasia what was going on when I knew I could trust her. As soon as she heard the story she was very conforting and understanding. 

I thought once I finally told someone about the situation, I would not be affected or deppressed anymore, but things got worse.

I started having nightmares and sometimes dreams of the cause to all this dilemma. Anastasia recommended me a psychologist and at first I didnt consider it. But then I realized I really needed the help so I agreed.

We were now in the waiting room expecting the secretary to call for my turn.

I was getting nervous. I knew i would break down once i tell the Psychologist the whole story. The story of when we started until we ended.

"Vanessa Wilkinson" the secretary called out.

"Vanessa.." Anastasia stopped me from getting up from my seat.

"I want you to know that once you get out of that room, everything will be better. Just let your feelings out and she will help you. Everything is going to be okay. Just tell her everything you told me. And remember,just be yourself.

"Thank you so much." I voiced to her getting up and embracing her in a bare hug.

It has been the longest hug I have ever given someone. She deserves it for everything she has done for me.

Anastasia and I met in a cafe downtown and I guess destiny attached us together. I was recently moved to California and I got lost trying to find the bus station. She politely helped me and offered a space in her apartment. Since then, we grew closer and closer with each other.

I walked over to the secretary and asked her where the Psychologist's officewas located.

"First door on the left, honey." she answered.

"Thanks."

Walking down the passage, I noticed portraits and paintings hanging on the walls. Some were beautiful and others werent that so beautiful.

The door was slightly open, but I could see only a little bit of the room. I pushed the door open and let myself in. There was a beautiful brunnette woman with blue eyes and natural red lips. She had short hair and was probably in her thirties.

"Hello dear. You must be Vanessa Wilkinson?" she greeted.

"Yes, yes I am." I kind of stuttered.

"Dont be nervous Sweetie. Its all about trust. Remember, Everything you say is strictly confidential which means that whatever you say will stay in this room and never gets out.

"I'm Dr. Hernandez, you may have a seat."

I sat down in a red sofa and had a glimpse of my surroundings.

It was a small room, but more furniture could fit in perfectly. The walls were brown and the curtains were yellow. Every furniture in here was made of wood.

I looked back at her and saw her taking some notes than she got up from her desk and sat on the comfortable chair that stood right infront of me.

"So, Vanessa, Why are you here?" she blurted out.

"I came here to talk about my past." I replied.