Farewell : Until We Meet Again

8/ change.

The rest of my classes on that day were all uneventful and boring. Sofía's friends were really nice and tried to involve me in conversations but nothing really could lift my mood up. I was still traumatized by the last plot twist: Kai and Sof as a thing.

Ew.

On the car ride back I didn't ask her about it because it's none of my business and I already knew all the important facts. Only the gross thought that they could be hooking up in the room next to mine from now on makes me through up in my mouth.

Extremely drained by life and school, I just wanted to lie in my bed as I did nothing. Sadly that wasn't possible since my father practically dragged me out of my room in the middle of my breather just to deliver me to the hospital- he and Luciana work at- for physical therapy.

However it wasn't a real session because first I had a talk with my future physiotherapist. It was me alone because David literally handed me over to her like a dollar bill. The second he stepped foot in the place, somebody asked for his help in the ER. I was kinda thankful though because the tense atmosphere between us was getting unbearable.

My new physiotherapist was a kind, young lady who gave me much needed hope that my functional limitations of my right arm are not long-term. I didn't need to tell her how the accident occurred because she was oddly already informed. Then she started with examining my right arm to arrive at a diagnosis. After countless tests I've learned to despise in the last few months, she gave me a management plan including specific exercises that will hopefully restore maximum movement of my arm.

I had a long path in front of me that I was aware. However, since I didn't even feel the strength to stand up every single day, I doubted I'd ever arrive at the finish line.

***

It was Tuesday morning, a sunny day outside in Lawfield as I was held captive by the school counselor's unmotivated gaze. Mr Irwin didn't want to be here as much as me that was a law of nature.

The middle-aged teacher blessed with a receding hairline and thinning hair didn't look qualified at all to help students some kind of way.

I was sitting right in front of him- like I was assigned to- but he had the audacity to rudely do stuff on his computer totally ignoring my existence. The door I came in was one of the unknown doors at the office and unfortunately situated right next to the principal's chamber.

Mr Irwin looked highly focused, his eyes twitching from left to right in the span of a few seconds. I noticed how a bed of sweat broke out on his forehead, making me crease mine in confusion. What is so intense that makes a grown ass man look this anxious and aggressive at the same time?

"FUCKING HELL! WHO FUCKING KILLED ME?!"

I almost fell out of my chair in shock, looking wide eyed at the so-called teacher in front of me. He was massaging his skull in frustration. He literally looked like the game he was obviously addicted to sucked the life out of his body.

Mr Irwin slowly lifted his annoyed gaze to me and raised a brow, "Who are you again?"

"Livia Meyer. I have to talk to you every Tuesday since you're the guidance counselor", I replied awkwardly after I cleared my throat.

He rudely rolled his eyes, directing his attention back to the monitor. "Do I look like a shrink?! I don't get paid to handle these damn teenage insecurities and pathetic family stories," he exclaimed highly insensitive and ignorant.