Healed

Chapter 8

"Zoey Markrel stop behaving like a child". My therapist and living nightmare shouted in utter frustration. "My god why can't you just sit down and talk out your problems"

Yeah right, cause talking solved a lot of things.

Now am sure you're wondering why I was at a therapist office. That's simple. It's because i'm an angry raging female who prefers bikes to ponies.

In order to make sure the government had less problems like me in the future I was made to attend therapy twice a week until i was considered mentally fit.

It's been three years and so far I am as fit as a fat man on a chocolate filled diet. Why Alisson still saw me was beyond human reasoning

"Alisson darling there's a way to make all your problems disappear" I said sweetly resting my leg against her table. "Just sign the papers and we'll pretend we never met or suffer with me till I leave high school"

"Zoey like I have told you before I am not signing anything till i know you won't end up in jail before your thirty"

"Would it help if I promised to be good?"

She threw her head back and laughed. I got pissed and threw her very expensive Jade vase down making it crash and break into a million pieces. "Oops. Sorry"

"Why are you being so difficult?"

"I'm not. You're just being unbearable"

"I'm being unbearable? Me?". At this point she looked ready to jump out the window. "Please enlighten me on exactly how i'm being unbearable"

"Why are you forcing me to open up to you? It's not like you care what happens to me, all you gotta do is sign and them it's bye bye zoey"

I was quite frustrated also. I mean it's been three years already. Sure the first year had gone smoother because i was just starting. But after that it became to depressing to do, feel or think about the same things.

"You're right I don't care" she held up a hand signalling me to shut up. "But I don't want to feel guilty about not doing anything. It's for me not you"

I like Alisson for two reasons. A) she was honest. She didn't lie and as hell didn't pretend and B) she had a good conciense.

I let out an exasperated sigh before popping my feet back down. She lowered her gaze and focused on the centre pieced coffee table. What was so fascinating about wood I never knew.

The timer went off and I wasted no time leaving the office. This was now a regular routine. I'd show up cause trouble and leave when time came.

It wasn't like I didn't want to let it all out I just couldn't. Anytime I tried to think about it or even speak about it, my chest burned and I got dizzy. Thankfully I wasn't on pills anymore but as soon as I even gave it a thought the pain would be unbearable.

I got to the parking lot and jogged towards my bike. I hopped on and drove far away from the hospital. The normal calming winds had lost it's effect on me today and I knew only one thing could help maintain my sanity and that was some good old fashion pain shooting exercise.

I drove till I reached the famous gym "pain" which was located downtown. It was a famous gym because only the rich went there and the trainers were top professionals.

I'm sure you're wondering how someone like me managed to get access to such a place. Simple the guy who runs the place was a friend of Molly, my umm sister.

I shook my head of all Molly related topics and hopped down . I went through the back so that so one would see me and slipped in with the rest of the members.