Recovery

First day all over again.

A/N I suggest you read the first book or this won't make much sense. Peace✌🏼️

Jade

The night before my first day of university I lay in bed and think. The thoughts seem never ending as they swirl through my brain and wreck havoc to my new sleeping pattern.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I know I won't sleep tonight. I sigh and get out of bed. I look at the time and I sigh once more. It's already three am. I get up and I walk to my new kitchen. I make myself a hot chocolate and I look out my window to the sleeping street below me. My apartment is so high I can see for a good mile in a 180 degree angle. I smile and I put my mug in the sink.

I decide not to waste the time so I organise my bag with all my textbooks and my laptop. By the time it's 6am, which is when I was supposed to wake up, my whole apartment is organised. I have all the things neatly ready either on my desk or by the door.

I have a shower which is when the nerves kick in. I'm going to a building I've only been to once, with people I don't know, don't know my past and don't know that I'm not like them. I feel my chest tighten so I quickly wash off and I open the cupboard with my toothpaste toothbrush all the regular stuff and then also my medicine. I pop the little white pill on my tongue and swallow.

My therapist, Alison gave me the meds once I told her about my increasing anxiety over university. It's a low dose of normal anti anxiety meds and it helps me control myself in stressful situations. I take a deep breath and calm down.

Once I dry myself I get dressed and I eat. I do my makeup, hair and I'm ready to go an hour before I need to go. I sit on my sofa and I text Jake.

Hey, I'm already ready. Do you want to go to the university early and make sure we know where we are going?

I ask. I pretty much instantly get a reply.

Sure, I couldn't sleep so I'm ready as well. We can go now if you want.

He replies, we agree to meet in twenty minutes in my apartment building car park.

I have a coffee and I pour one in a to go cup thing so I don't fall asleep during class. I doubt that I will as my nerves keep me awake.

I get ready and with a double check that I have everything I go downstairs. As I walk out of the building I see Jake leaning on his car, I walk over and hug him.

"Hey." I say with a smile.

"Hey." He says with a yawn. I smile and then I catch a whiff of something oddly familiar.

"You smell like pot." I say and I cross my arms.

"So what? It helps with nerves." He says, I sigh. I'm no better since I do agree, but I haven't smoked in ages. "Do you have anything to cover it?" He asks. I roll my eyes and I bring him up to my apartment.

After I spray him with the most manly thing I have we go down and we start driving to the university. We go to the reception and we get maps, well, a piece of paper with three squares on it one labelled reception and numbers on each of them. We check our timetables and we figure out that even though we have some of the same subjects we don't have the same classes.

I only have two lessons today. Phycology from eight to nine thirty and Neuroscience from one to two thirty.

My rooms today are easy to find. We spend half an hour looking for jakes but we find them. We go around and find the bathrooms and the lecture hall. And by the time that happens it's time for the fist class, after the bell rings for first class the receptionist gets on the intercom.