Wandering Minds (collection of short stories)

Waiting

     I stare at the cheap and circle patterned rug. My eyes begin to go out of focus as I stay unblinking. The ticking of the clock continues. The sound of shoes echoing down the hallway never stops. I sit still, not moving a muscle, only waiting for the door to open. This is really the last place I want to be. I told them I was fine. That nothing bothered me anymore. No one needed to be involved, but I guess they had a different opinion. So now here I am once again, sitting in this hard and very uncomfortable wooden chair with those stupid seat cushions.

     What am I gonna say anyways? I can't tell the truth, not anymore. That ship sailed after the first time around. All I have to do is lie through my teeth, but my mind is so awestricken that I probably don't have enough time to create my next excuse. It all happened so fast, I was talking with my friends one minute and the next she appears in the doorway motioning for me to follow. She dropped me off in that small office and told me to wait. But the intensity of this moment is greater than any time I've ever experienced here.

     Before I know it, the door opens and I'm awaken from my thoughts. That annoying smirk remains on her face as she sits across from me and soon I'm reliving the memories.