Out Alive

Therapy

The next day when I woke, I looked up at the ceiling and groaned. Today I had to go out and see my therapist. It's been about 2 weeks since the last time I had seen her, the first time being when I was around the age of 5, I saw her then because I had been having reacurring nightmares, my parents began to get increasingly worried, not because of the nightmares themselves but because of the effects the nightmares had on me. They said I would beg my mom for medicine to stay awake because I would be too afraid to go to sleep, but there is one thing i haven't told her. The man in the nightmares I used to have when I was younger......

He was the man that I escaped from, and the nightmares are beginning again. Only this time they are worse, way worse than I could have ever imagined, they feel......so real.

I snap myself out of my thoughts and go into my room to get dressed.

Once I was ready I grabbed my purse from the table in the kitchen and left, it was still chilly outside, but it was nothing that I couldn't handle. I felt uneasy walking down the empty street, I live in a more isolated part of town, maybe not such a good thing considering my current state of things. I had neighbors, but they were strange in their own ways. 

My boots clicked against the cement as I walked, eventually I reached the office that I would see my therapist in, the building was large....large enough to fit the entire town inside.....well, on second thought there aren't many people in this god forsaken town soooo....

Anyway, I walked inside and checked in at the front room. The lady at the desk told me to take a seat in the waiting room and wait for my name to be called, it was pointless really seeing as there was NO ONE in the room. 

"Alexia Chante" 

I looked up to see Mrs. Whitewater looking at me with a strange expression, one of confusion and intrigue. I snatched up my purse and followed her into a room, a dark lit room with only a small lamp on. 

And now our session begins.