Patience

Chapter 1 •The Art Of Moving On•

Chapter 1 •The Art Of Moving On•

"Class I want you to work on a special art piece. It won't just be any simple painting though, this has to have meaning to you, I want to be able to feel the emotions through your artwork. It could be any time in your life, a good time or a bad, it doesn't matter as long as it tells an important story of your life." Mr. Williams spoke sternly towards our class.

I had grown to like the guy at the start of the school year, until he started trying to get us to unravel ourselves into our artwork. There is only one person I have done that for, and that person is the only one I could ever do it for.

"You are no longer in high school; there are no re-dues or extensions. I want this piece in by next Friday, if it isn't in you fail, simple as that." Mr. Williams walked towards his desk and took a seat, he looked all of us in the eyes before he sighed "You are all good at this, I saw all of your applications for this program. You all worked hard for this scholarship, don't let me down."

Then the bell rang signaling the end of our school day, only it wasn't-for me. I had an appointment with my psychologist or as I preferred to call her, a shrink. Everyone thought that I had problems now, people laughed at me here at this school.

They never said anything to my face but I knew they talked. They all thought I was crazy, they thought I was strange because they all heard about the dreams I've been having about my dead father and dead girlfriend.

I didn't blame them, this was university, and it was no longer high school. This place was worse, the truth gets twisted around. I was no longer the happy, go-lucky, popular Gabriel Quinn. Here I was the crazy guy who has dreams about dead people.

Obviously the story was different, just how I said people twist things around; people thought I talked to the dead. They thought that I was a freak; they thought I've been telling people I could see the dead. I felt like I was in the movie 'The Sixth Sense'.

I've been seeing Mrs. Howard or as she prefers to be called Maya for about two months now, I've been seeing her ever since Tori's death. My parents thought that she could help me with my 'emotional problems' but I knew she couldn't. I wouldn't let her, I wouldn't let someone I didn't know get to me, I would let someone I didn't know break me down until I'm left vulnerable.

I've tried so hard to forget all of the pain that my past carries but it just always seems to follow me. Maya thinks she can help me, but I know she can't, no one can. So today I'll lie, I'll pretend everything is fine, I'll pretend that I left my dorm room finally without having classes to have some fun. I'll pretend the sessions are working.

I knocked on the door slowly as I put on my acting face. Nobody seemed to ever see past it. "Come in." Maya's voice called out.

I entered the room and took my regular seat across from her. Maya was a short woman with long black hair; she was in her late thirties and still wasn't married. I personally thought that instead of helping other people with their problems she should work on that marriage problem.

"How are you Gabe?" She smiled.

I shrugged "I'm fine."

Maya frowned as she looked at me. She sighed as she got out her clipboard; she looked back up at me as she held a pen in her hands. "Alright, on our last session we talked about how school was going."

I rolled my eyes. No, you spoke about how your college experience was while I was continuing down the minutes until the hour ends. I thought to myself.

"I was thinking that this week we could work on your emotional state." My head snapped up as I looked at Maya. I gave her a look "What do you mean emotional state? I said I was fine."