*Aubrey's P.O.V*
I sat uncomfortably in a metal chair, staring at the green-ish/beige-ish linoleum floor, lit up by florescent bulbs on the ceiling. My mom sat in the chair next to me. The heavy door squeaked open and my doctor stepped in. Her name was Dr. Adams, and she was the only 'head doctor' that worked at my doctor's office.
"Hi, how are you this afternoon?" she asked politely.
"Good," I mumbled. I was hoping that she would talk me off of my depression and anxiety medication. I didn't want to be THAT girl. Plus I hadn't told Ashton about it yet and I didn't really want to.
She pulled out a clipboard and sat down. "So, how have you been since you started talking about your medication? Have you been feeling more or less anxious and depressed?" She asked.
I shrugged. "I feel kind of the same." She scrawled something down onto the clipboard.
"And how do you think returning to school is going to be for you?" She asked.
"Honestly, I don't know," I said. "I guess it depends on how all of my friends react to me being there."
"Has anything traumatic happened since you started your medication?"
Cameron. She didn't know about what happened with Cameron. I didn't want to tell her, I didn't want to talk about it.
"Um.. yeah. Cameron um.. he.." I felt my hands start to shake. I felt like the room was spinning. I needed to get out of there. "I'm sorry, I can't do this," I said. I stood up and ran. I stood in the waiting room and brought my hand to my forehead, trying not to cry.
I felt my mom's gently hand on my back a few seconds later.
"Let's go," she said. She led me out to the car. After starting it and pulling out of the parking lot, she spoke again.
"I told Dr. Adams that we would reschedule, and she said to keep you on your meds," she said. I sighed heavily and rested my tear-stained face in my hands.
"Okay," I replied. I was grateful that my mom understood that I couldn't deal with this right now. I didn't like talking about Cameron, and in the past couple of days I had begun to get my life back, if that was even possible. I had almost forgotten.
When I got back home, it was 11:30. Ashton was texting me asking me if I wanted to meet somewhere, but I turned him down. I needed to be alone.
I climbed the stairs to my room and grabbed my iPad off of my desk. I spend most of the day watching Parks and Recreation on Netflix. At one point my mom came in and asked me if I wanted something to eat but I turned her down. She gave me a look, but said nothing.
My phone never stopped ringing. Between calls from Ashton and Megan, I never heard my phone quiet. Finally I turned the ringer off and tried to take a nap. I squeezed my eyes shut until sleep finally came.
I woke up to the sound of raindrops hitting my window. I sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes. I glanced at the clock 2:15. I had slept for over two hours. I swung my legs over the bed and stood, my hardwood floor instantly chilling my bare feet.
I went downstairs. The house was weirdly quiet.
"Mom?" I called. I noticed a note on the counter. 'Went out for groceries, be back by 2:30' it said. I crumbled the note into a ball and tossed it into the trashcan.
I realized that I was alone, really and truly alone, and I didn't like it. Being alone with my thoughts had proven to be dangerous in the past. The last time I had been home alone was when Cameron raped me. Oh God, I thought to myself. I couldn't breathe, and I felt scared. I looked around the empty house.
The room seemed to be spinning, and I had a gnawing feeling of terror and brewing in my stomach. Was this real? I could barley breathe, I felt like I was going to fall on the ground and start sobbing uncontrollably. I sank to my knees and tried to control my breathing.
I didn't want to pass out again, especially since I was alone. I laid down and pressed my sweaty face against the cold tile. It's okay, I told myself. It will all be okay. The front door opened and I shrieked, thinking it was Cameron. But it wasn't.
I felt my mom's reassuring hands on my shoulders as she helped me up and over to the couch. She put a blanket over me and didn't say anything. I was grateful, I knew that talking would make it worse. I closed my eyes and hot tears leaked out of them. She placed a blanket on me and walked away without a word.
At some point I fell asleep again, and I woke up to hear her talking on he phone with my doctor. I tried to hear what she was saying, but I only heard a few words. Crying. On the floor. Dating again.
I turned on the TV to some random kids' show that I probably used to find hilarious. I picked up my phone. I had a few texts from Ashton, and one from Megan. Ever since she had told me she didn't want to hang out with me because of the rumors, I had been ignoring her.
It hit me that school was back in a couple of days, and the only 'friends' I had were the people that were embarrassed to hang out with me. I had Ashton, but he would probably want to hang out with his friends, not me.
I closed my eyes and tried to forget all the terrible thoughts that were taunting me.
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