As time passes her by, Devyn tries to survive her final teenage years in a cold world only wanting to be left alone. Although she isn't fond of change, a new chapter begins in her life introducing foreign concepts she was never involved in. Everythi...
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I anxiously wait for the person I've been longing to see for the past couple of months. Without her and someone to talk to, it's been kind of rough—that was until D came back into my life. But I need the professionalism I had before we got back together. I'm surrounded by the four enclosed, white walls that brought me anxiety about ten months ago. A place where some of my most deepest secrets were spilled and other traumatic events. But also a place where I finally got to express myself without getting judged or feeling bad about what occured. It was always a day and night type of thing going around here. Either the session would end with my face soaked in tears or the two of us laughing and coversing about an otherworldly conversation.
Hearing the door creak, I quickly snap my neck towards the direction revealing the woman. I can only imagine my eyes lighting up like a shooting star that dances across the sky. "Mrs. DiCarlo!" I leap out of my seat, hastening with speed until we're face to face; only an inch separating us.
Cheesing to myself, I play with my hands hyperactively not knowing what to exactly do with them due to the adrenaline flowing through my veins and excitement I'm feeling. As I begin to open my arms, I awkwardly put them down once I realize I can't exactly touch her because it'd probably be violating rights or something of the sort. "C-Can I hug you?" I ask her uncertainly. "I don't know if I can actually do that and I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."
"Yes, you can hug me. I give you permission—" Before she can even finish her sentence, I engulf her short stature into my arms never feeling so secure in my life by another female. I take in the scent of her and the products drenched in her Afro. I rock the two of us back and forth, almost feeling the need to cry. I'm too happy for words. "I missed you so much."
"I .. I missed you too, Devyn." She attempts to speak as professional as she can. I feel bad for even putting all of that on her knowing she most likely could get in trouble for developing interpersonal bonds with a client.
Releasing the hug, I travel to the cushion seat with my feet propped up comfortably and a dashing grin complimenting my face. "Glad to have you back here." She says raising her eyebrows at my happy-go-lucky nature. I can't help but to cheekily smile because she's here in front of my face.
"I'm glad to be back here." I exhale calmly. "My dad wouldn't let me come while I had that job at KFC. He's always saying work comes first, mental health second." I deepen my voice a little to imitate the distinctive tone of my father while exaggerating the body language. She gives me a disapproving look that tells me she doesn't believe me. "Okay, I lied. He didn't say that word for word, but I know that's what he was trying to say.. and he wonder why his PTSD is untreated? Because of that dumb ass log—"
"Devyn."
"I'm serious! He has this dent in the back of his head that looks like a moon crater and I know it's from one of those bullets or something he had in the war." I exclaim flopping my feet. "When I'm mad at him I call him crater head behind his back."
