Ordinary girl.

Mrs Sergio

Screams, cries, memories fill my head. Why does this all feel real?

As i wake up from a horrible nightmare i realise i'm late for my therapy meeting. Dripping in sweat from my nightmare i jump out of bed and head to the shower, while in the shower i recap my dream, no one usually remembers dreams but i remember every second like it was real. In the dream was my mother, my poor, precious mother. Her cries and screams were so loud as i watch from a distance from what seems like a cupboard, these bits and pieces of the dreams i have are all so confusing, but they seem like puzzle pieces to me. While trapped in my thoughts i'm suddenly startled by a banging on the bathroom door. "Iyla you've been in there 40 minutes now" yells my father. Surprised that my father is home i quickly hop out and realise how late i was, i roughly dry myself and chuck on the first pieces of clothing i could find. I throw my hair up into a bun, looking rough as hell i grab my purse and rush out the door, Father yells after me but I'm already gone.

I run to the nearest bus stop, though the next bus is in 15 minutes. I panic and come to conclusion that i'll get there faster if i run. I take a mouthful of water from the bubbler close by and prepare for my run. I take off like a piece of rubbish in the wind, within 12 minutes i reach my therapist building, i walk inside and see 13 flights of stairs in front of me, 'The lift will take 5 minutes if i stand there and wait, though if i use my last bit of energy i can make it up these stairs in approximately 3 minutes' i say to myself. Without anymore hesitation i use my last hint of energy to power run up these stairs, running past people looking at me like I'm crazy i finally reach the top, i walk down the hall and make a left, just as i get there my therapist 'Mrs Sergio' is there just about to leave. She sees me, I'm a mess, my hair is messed and it looks like i haven't slept a wink. 'Iyla i see you have came, i was getting quite worried' she says in a concerned tone, 'Yes Mrs Sergio, i apologise sincerely for being late'. 'Never mind that' she says, 'would you like some water?' 'Yes please' i add. I skull that water down faster then i ever have before, "may i have some more?' i ask. 'Of course' she replies. At that moment i realise how unfit i truly am.

I splash my face with cold water, it was such a relief. I tidy my hair and i sit down in the chair across from Mrs Sergio ready for our session. The first question my therapist always asks is 'How am i doing?' and truly i do not even know myself. I always have too many thoughts in my head or I'm caught up with my homeschooling to sit down and process how I'm really feeling, thats why these meetings are such a help. I suddenly burst out in tears and my therapist hands me a tissue box, 'Thank you' i say. I pat my face dry and begin too tell my therapist what I've been experiencing, presuming she'll think I'm crazy and prescribe me medication, surprisingly she is understanding. I am shocked, 'Many people have experienced what you're going through, and no i do not think you're crazy' she says, 'How did she know thats what i was thinking?' i say to myself. She gives a little smile to herself, 'Iyla i think you're ready too go back to school.'