Pain

Stranger

        I grab my bag from the floor and stand up, taking one quick glance at my therapist before I walk away. I see the shock on her face, and the beginning stirrings of confusion and anger. Look back at the door and walking out as fast as I can all I can think about is getting out of here. I can't let her find out the truth, and I can't keep sitting there acting like I don't remember when it's still burned freshly into my mind-as if it'd happened yesterday.

        I rush out the door not really watching where I'm going as I try to fight off the images from that night. It still feels like it did only happen yesterday, and it hurts to much. I'm losing my breath, and my vision is starting to blur. No one can see what the memories do to me. I have to get out before they do. Unable to see the person walking in front of me(who just so happens to be the guy I ran into at the hospital while trying to leave) I fall to the floor, my bag thrown off of my shoulder.

        This time I do get to fall to the ground, and for a weird reason that most people wouldn't understand, it's a relief. I don't think I could've handled it if I had been caught from falling, one more time. I start to feel a gentle blush go up my cheeks in embarrassment, and I scramble to grab my purse....only it's not there. The person I've bumped into has already picked it up. I glance up and see the (okay i'll admit it he is pretty hot) guy who'd run into me as I was leaving the hospital. He sort of smirks down at me as he asks, "Did you drop this?"

        I blush and nod my head. His smirk deepens and I think I see the ghost of a smile on his lips. I look back down in embarrassment, just wishing I could leave. Amusement is clear in his voice as he says,  "What? Cat got your tongue?" and I blush an even deeper shade of pink. It's then that I realize I'm still on the ground. Quickly trying to get to my feet I again stumble (yes I know i'm clumsy). I start to fall back to my knees again, but I feel arms wrap around me. The touch scares me a little....but then they hold me for several seconds longer and still don't let go. My eyes grow wide, my breathing hitches, and I start to whisper frantically,

        "No,no,no!"

        He doesn't let go though, and it's starting to be to much. I start to shake and his arms are still around me, it hasn't been that long but I still can't stop myself from freaking out. His arms start to loosen, and as my breathing and shaking increase more he completely lets go of me and turns me around. He looks in my eyes, and I know what he sees must confuse him. The confusion, fear, pain. My eyes are still wide, and he can probably see me shaking. He starts to reach out to me again and I jump. He freezes and looks at me as if he's concerned. I look behind me, and all around us as I start to walk away. I look back in his eyes and whisper,

        "I'm sorry,"

        and for the second time I run away from this adorable and mysterious stranger.