Bloody tears

Chapter 1

I woke up, and looked around. I was in my bedroom, and I was a little confused. I thought about last night, and then I realized.

It was just a dream.

My mom walked in,"Iris, it's time to go see Dr.Vulgard." She said, making me cringe. I hated having to see a therapist, it just made me feel like a psyco or something. I was wearing a decent outfit, since I hadn't changed into pajamas from when I got back from dinner last night. We hopped in the car, and I put my headphones in. We drive about 15 minutes, and we then walked in.

"We have a 9 o'clock meeting with Dr.Vulgard." My mother told the lady sitting at the front desk. She nodded and pointed us to his study. I sat down, and waited.

"I'm going to go pick up your brother, and go run some errons . I'll be back in time to pick you up." She walked out, leaving me alone in the office. He had fancy chairs, and bookshelves filled with plenty of novels and encyclopedias. I looked around, and soon Dr.Vulgard came in.

"Well, Iris. It's so great to see you," I got up and shook his hand, "It's been a while." He assured me back to the fancy chairs. I sat down.

"Your mother told me that you were in need of someone to talk to," I rolled my eyes, because I had told her that I had no one to talk to when we were in an argument the other day, "It's been over 3 months Iris, what's been happening?" The doctor asked me. I didn't know of he was trying to sound cool, or was just asking what has been happening in my life.

"I've been having the dreams more often. I had it last night actually. It's becoming more clear, and It's getting more and more terrifying." I told Vulgard. "It's like I'm acting the part of her. I see everything she would see, and feel what she would feel. I just don't understand."

He wrote down some things in his notebook, and looked at me strangely.

"Iris, do you believe that she is here?" He asked me.

"What do you mean? Like a ghost?" I asked, jerking my face into a confused look.

"See, sometimes people think that their loved ones that have passed away are still with them, spiritually. I know this is a lot to take in, but do you still believe that she's here?" He asked me again. I didn't respond. I kinda just sat there and looked at him.

What, does he think I'm crazy?

"No, I don't think she's a fucking ghost. I'm not crazy, and you have no idea what it's like for me." I hissed, and stormed out. I could hear him yelling my name, but I just kept walking. I stood outside a while, and then he came outside behind me.

"Ms. Eagleton, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to offend you. I know the memories are painful, and I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable. Lets go back inside, we still have 15 minutes."

We walked back in, and we sat down once more.

"I thought about what you said Doctor, and I do think she's with me. Spiritually." I began the conversation.

"Of corse you do. She's a part of you." He added.

"It's been almost a year now.. You know.. Since my sister committed suicide."