Chapter 8

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Chapter 9

~Cathy POV~

It's been three weeks since I left the hospital, two weeks since I was declared mentally stable. That was not a fun week. Some of those people that have the power to decide whether or not a person is competent belong to be locked up themselves. It's hard to imagine those people had the right to my freedom. Thankfully they ruled in my favor. They told me I need to keep seeing a therapist, and I have been. Once a week, every week for the next six months I will be in Taylor's office trying to 'figure out my new path in life'. Not really sure what that means, but apparently it's important for me to do so.

Another good thing is I got a job and I'm on my way there now. I'm a hostess at a little Italian restaurant. It's a job and the people are nice. My bosses know what I'm going through and they said that it was Thierry pleasure for them to help me start over. They are the sweetest couple ever.

My sessions with Taylor are going okay. I really have t opened up to him, but at the same time it's hard to open up to him. I mean he's great, but it's hard because he seems so interested in me. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but I will push forward. I have a good outlook on life at the moment and I feel that nothing can pull me down. Life is returning back to the way it should be. It's about time for me to start feeling normal again.

I walk into work feeling good and I went to put my uniform on in the restroom and then I went to work, planning tables and where everyone needs to be today. I know I'm not in charge, but I still feel like I have control with this little part of my life.

Work passes by at a normal pace, lots of customers and lots of wonderful smelling food. This is a mom and pop type of place and personally I love this atmosphere. It's very homey, and lovable. It doesn't hurt that the food is out of this world wonderful. But my shift is coming to a close and that means it's almost time for another session. I really wish I didn't need them, but until six months are done, they are mandatory. I am really enjoying this bubbly mood that I've been in lately.

I get in my car and drive over to Taylor's office not knowing how to approach how I should react today, we shall see.

I walk in and the office is pretty much empty as it is every time I come in, which I'm thankful for. The receptionist smiles at me and tells me to go straight in, which I do.

I walk into his office and he looks like he's had a long day, but he smiles at me and tells me to sit.

"So how's work going?" He asks getting a little more comfortable in his chair. I tell him a little about my day and I could see his eyes start to close. I continue talking, knowing that he was falling asleep, but I didn't want to stop thinking that maybe my voice is what is soothing him. Finally after going around and around in circles of what to tell him I notice that he's finally asleep. I quietly talk out a piece of paper and write 'thanks for listening ;) I hope you enjoy your nap -Cathy.' I walked quietly from his office and hope that he would get some much needed sleep.

~Taylor's pov~

I woke up in the chair that I sit with my patients in. I was so confused. Why was I here and then I remembered that Cathy had been here right before I fell asleep. Oh what an idiot am I? I fell so bad! How could I fall asleep during a session? She is going to be so upset with me.

I look down at my chest and notice a piece of paper on it. It was a note from Cathy. 'Thanks for listening ;) enjoy your nap.' She was so sweet at times. Most of my other patients would have flipped out on me, but not Cathy. She was one of a kind, but I guess she was happy that way. She did look happier tonight, for which I am thankful. I really want her to get better, not only for selfish reasons, but I want her to be her. The her before everything happened. Maybe if she gets that back and is in no danger of having issues again, she and I might have a chance together. That is if she likes me like that. I am so not professional when it comes to her.

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