Under The Mask Of Anxiety

chapter four

I strode through the automatic doors and into the modern building, it was a complete contrast to the ancient looking room that I saw my doctor in. The bright open space felt relaxing to me and helped to soothe the anxiety I had about this meeting.  Oh well - no going back now.
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I politely asked the intimidating and snooty receptionist for the room. she sent me up to the third floor. I rode the glass lift up to the top of the building and before I knew it I was standing outside a grand office door labelled 
"Dr. A. Bruce - Mental Health Specialist"

I reached my hand up to knock on the door but before I could it was swiftly opened, taking me aback slightly.  "Oh hello! I sensed you were here - take a seat!" Great - she is fricking creepy.
I walked inside to a bright and large room. I sat on one of the leather sofas beside a plastic transparent coffee table with a bouquet of flowers and small bowl of mint imperials sat upon it. The room was covered with hanging wind chimes and dream catchers along with posters with quotes about happiness and positivity. Despite the room having a jolly theme, it had a reverse affect on me. How could anything dare to be so bright when the thoughts that were trapped in my mind were so dull? 

I snapped out of my deep train of thought as Dr. Bruce sat down on the sofa in front of me. She was clutching a clipboard and had a pen stuck through her half fallen out ponytail.  Her eyes blazed with curiosity as she examined me. "Hello Gemma!" She kindly smiled. "Now, this Blurryface dream, how long has it been going on for" she questioned before removing the pen from her hair and grabbing her clipboard, clearly eager for my response. "Well I'd roughly say around two months" I replied quietly, still unsure of what I made of this woman.

Dr. Bruce scribbled down the information.  "Well I must say Gemma, this whole situation is quite strange however has happened on a few situations..."  She quietly trailed of her sentence, making my inner curiosity start to bubble.

"When?"  I questioned her. 

"Well, your job involves you working around the dead.  Occasionally, this sort of thing can play on your mind". I nodded along with the doctor, taking in the information. 
"Most doctors would say the idea of death is constantly on your mind, you find it intriguing, you fantasise over possible ways to die, but most importantly, you worry for the ones you love and how death will take them" the she gently spoke.  It felt as if  she understood some grounds of my mind.
"Yes" I simply said to Dr. Bruce, smiling slightly. She smiled back.

"However, I know that you have worked at the mourge for two years now, making the start of these dreams incompatible with the start of your carrer." she began, " who is in your dream?"

"Josh, Josh Dun."

"As in, THE Josh Dun? As in the god from the band twenty øne piløts? As in the god that drums with the singing god, tyler Joseph?" She asked as if she hadn't quite made out my words.
"Wait, you know Twent one pilots?!" I asked with excitement rushing through my voice. She laughed slightly and nodded her head.

"The origins of the 'Blurry face' dreams are a native American warning that something bad might happen to the person in the dream." She explained.

"So this means something bad could happen to Josh?" I asked a little worried.

"In most cases, yes." She said in melancholy.

"We have to do something!" I exclaimed.

"But what can we do?" She questioned.

"Perhaps we could get backstage passes and just look out to make sure nothing happens?" I asked hopefully.

"Lets do this" she winked. I laughed and exchanged numbers.

I think I've fround my first ever friend.
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PEACE OUT FRENS✌
-Beth |-/ (Howell_aboutNo )