I see fire

chapter 1

                                                                                   

"So, Trent. Why are you here?"She asked.

My parents thought I should come here" I answered."

"Why do you think they thought you should be here?" she asked again.

"You are the doctor, you tell me" I smirked.

"Well, your grades are in constant downfall. You are not as active in class as you used to be. You don't sleep as much as you used to so what it is?" she asked once more.

"well you stop asking me please . All you do is ask , ask and ask. Is that what you are paid to do?"I said annoyed

"Okay, no more questions, just tell me what you are feeling" she said as she put the paper she was holding in her hand on her desk

"I'll tell what I feel like. I feel like smoking a cigarette. Care to share?"I said as I pulled out the box of cigarettes from my pocket and put one in my mouth but before I could light it she said

"no smoking here mister . That reminds me. Your parents mentioned their doubt of you smoking which you just confirmed"

"Give me a break. I am almost legal here. I can smoke if I want." I replied and put the cigarette in the box again.

 "You are a senior. This is the most important year in your life. And you are wasting it. Is this because of stress or something else" she said

"Something else" I thought silently but said " yeah , yeah. It's the stress defiantly"

"You are lying. The condition you are in happened after the accident. I know that for sure. Care to share?" she mocked me

"do you always mock your patients, doctor?"I said then sighed and spoke again "listen." This condition I am in"" I said as I made a quote with my two hands "is not anyone's business. Only I can fix it so don't try to talk about it with me. Honestly if I were you doctor, I would tell my parents that I am fine. And save my time from something useless"

I stood up and headed for the door. Right before I opened the door, I turned around and said " goodbye, doc". I waved my hand once then I opened the door and got out of there. I ruffled my hands through my black hair as the fresh air hit my face and sighed. My mom was waiting in the car for me." Never ever late, mom" I thought.

I opened the door of the car and got in. "how was it honey?" she asked

"It was such a peach, mom. We should never do it again" I said as I put on my fakest smile.

My mom sighed and turned the key and we were finally on the move.

"I hate your attitude, Trent. I don't even know what happened to you" my mom said and kept her eyes on the road. I didn't answer and looked out of the window. Flashbacks came back into my mind as I sat in the car waiting to get home so I can smoke. They haunted me and before I knew it , we had arrived home. I got as quickly as I could and bolted up to my bedroom. I closed the door, sat on the bed and got out that cigarette I had been craving for the last 2 hours and lit it.  I saw the fire in the match I lit before I put it near the end of the cigarette. I shook my hands to put it off and threw it. I took the cigarette out of my mouth and exhaled the smoke.

With each smoke I took, a piece of memory of that night hit me. I wished everybody would stop nagging me to talk. Or just stop judging me. God, it was annoying.

Nobody understood, nobody will. It has been 4 weeks since then. I was fine until the first week passed and then it hit me. I became that depressed guy who smokes and skips classes. My grades in the pop quizzes started going down. My sleeping patterns are werid. My school status helped me, too. I was in the top ten. Now I am somewhere around...... god I don't even remember. It was that bad. I finally turned off the cigarette and lay on my bed. I tried to sleep. I kept staring at the ceiling and then I closed my eyes for a tiny second.  I was afraid of my dreams and yet I went into a deep slumber.