LOVE ME BLIND

Carter Jones

"Carter......Carter.......Cart...",

"What?", I screamed as I cut off Aidan's screams with annoyance .

"What do you want Aidan?", all this boy could do was annoy me, it was like his duty to do so.
"Dad said drive me to the T.G. C (Therapy Group Centre)."

"Get Amy to drive you, I'm busy", no way was I going to sit in a car with his annoying head for twenty freaking minutes, not to even think about the fact that I have to sit in therapy with him, I have never brought him there and I never intended to.

"Amy has a date, she can't", stupid Amy.

For a twenty five year old woman you would think she would be in college with a job and looking to find her own place but nope I think she still thinks she is in her teen years.

"What about Dad?, what is he up to?", I asked already knowing the answer. (Working on a project),he is an Architecture that forgets he has a family sometimes.
I guess I can no longer sleep in and day dream then.

I get up slowly as I grab a random shirt from a drawer.

"You so owe me for this Aidan", Like it's eleven on a Sunday morning, I shouldn't  be driving you to sit in therapy and listen to things that don't even concern me.
How does my sister even do it?, she did it mostly every week and I have to admit I admire her for her dedication in her part to get Aidan to therapy.
I guess although I didn't like her way of living, you could say that she was like a mother figure.
Ever since my Mom left us, She has been looking after Aidan the best, and he looks up to her greatly for that. He took the loss the worst , because he was very close to her.
I remember when we first heard that she was gone, Aidan just stood there and laughed as he shook his head. "No you are lying". It was Dad that released the news to us, you could tell that he had already been crying with his bloodshot eyes but he tried to remain strong for all of us.
Aidan wanted to see mum with his own eyes, so we all drove down to hospital and no lie told she was gone.
She hadn't been gone for more than an hour so they hadn't covered her up yet.
I remember Aidan shaking her, " Mum wake up, you've been sleeping for too long, I need to tell you something mom!, please mom don't play games with me!" , My Dad broke down, Amy held Aidan in her arms as she started sobbing, and I stormed off for a walk.
I knew she was sick but I thought she was getting better, she had brain cancer and the doctors said she was going to be coming home in two days but she died the next day.
Aidan was thirteen then, a year past now and he is still traumatised by her death, hence why he has therapy sessions.
He went into a depression mode, where he hyperventilated in the middle of the night, he used to scream as if something or someone was chasing him.
Amy found this disturbing and had a
word with Dad to take him to therapy and so it became a new tradition,therapy every Sunday for an hour, he even takes anxiety meds now.

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"Hello Aidan, how are you doing today", I was surprised to hear a male instead of a female.
"Great, Doc. Steven and you?", Aidan asked raising an eyebrow.

"A'int I always good?", he questioned laughing as he turned his gaze to me.
He had pure blonde hair, cut in the form of a young Justin Bieber , he was as tall as me maybe an inch taller, with a skinner frame compared to my built stature, he looked somewhat like he was in his twenties, very young.

"Hello I'm Carter, Aidan's brother", I greeted the boy, man?, I don't know.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Steven, is this your first time here?", Well yeah obviously if you haven't seen me before.
I didn't know whether if he was asking was it my first time in the hospital or the therapy room, I didn't know how Aidan could actually come to therapy in the same hospital that mom died in.
I just shook my head for a yes not even knowing myself.

"Aidan tell me about your weekend, what did you get up to?", "Well I mainly went to school", He joked, " And then when I came home I had homework, which Amy helped me with".
Only ten minutes into this and I was finding it hard to stay awake, I politely excused myself to go to the toilet as I made my way out.

Of course I didn't need the toilet, call me selfish but I just couldn't  sit in there any longer and know that my brother was actually sick, I wanted him to be okay, I didn't want him to suffer, it wasn't fair on him.

Lost in my thoughts I wasn't aware of where my feet were taking me, ending me to bump into a patient in a wheelchair.
"Sugar", I look up to find a few pair of eyes glaring at me, then I look down again to witness a dark haired girl sitting in a wheel chair, with her looking at me too, but her gaze wasn't as strong as the others.

"Well say sorry to her, she can't s....", "Sophie that's enough", A woman cut off the young girl before she could finish whatever she was saying.

"I'm really sorry, I wasn't paying attention to my where about", I breathed heavily as I looked down at the  girl in the wheel chair around the same age as me. She was still looking at me but this time with a smile grazed on her lips as she shook her head in an understanding manner.
I gazed at the young girl that was cut off and asked for an apology too.
"She is fine just watch where you go the next time, I don't want my sister hurt any more than she already is".

"Sophie!, don't be rude, this man already apologised, he didn't mean to", I looked up at a male figure thanking him for his understating before I stood at the side for them to pass by.

There was something lost in the eyes of the two adults, they looked like they were mourning the death of someone.

And the girl... why was Sophie?, so protective of her?, and what  did she mean, she didn't  want her hurt than she already was?, What was she going to say before she was cut off?.
I dunno I had a weird feeling , I've seen her somewhere before but I just couldn't pin point where.

I got lost in my thoughts again but this time I made sure I knew where I was going.

I walked around the hospital for a while and then returned back.

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" Well it sure takes you a very long time to use the toilet", Steven stated as they both got up.

"Sorry I got lost", I lied scratching my head.

"Bye Doc. Steve see you next week", "And you too buddy, don't forget to do this weeks activity".

We waved goodbye and made our way home.