The Broken

Chapter 2: I'll be a good girl, I promise

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Since she has a name now I can put who's P.O.V. is used.

Chapter 2

A WEEK LATER…

~ Khaleeshia's P.O.V. ~

Jim, Cherry and I sit across the therapist, Dr. Tess. Cherry said that she and Dr. Tess used to go to the same school together till college came along.

I look up to her seemingly friendly face. She’s supposed to help me lessen my nightmares or, as I know it, my flashbacks. But, how can one rip apart the moments that make up today? No one, it's impossible.

“Khaleeshia may I talk to you alone?” Dr. Tess asks whilst looking at me with a small smile on her aged face. When I stay silently still she adds, “We’re going to have our first therapy session today. Normally, it’s a one-on-one activity.” Without much of a choice, I nod hesitantly. Soon, Jim and Cherry leave the room to Dr. Tess and me.

The room was quiet for a short time till she speaks; interrupting my ideas of how she is going to kill me. “Hello.” My eyes meet hers but I look away instantly as she smiles. “Don’t be afraid.” Says Dr. Tess. Her voice sounds warm, which completely contradicts the condition outside. “Now, can you tell me what your life was like before the orphanage?” What life? I was barely living a life. The only reason I’m here is so Jim and Cherry can sleep well without having to wake up to my screams or take me to the hospital if I cut my wrists.

I shake my head, "No."  

“That’s all right. Can you draw what happened instead?” Draw. All you need to do is copy something, right? She gives me a paper and pencil. I look at them intently remembering that I used to draw but I had to copy something and right now if I am to draw I’ll have to think back...

“Can I draw some other time?” I whisper, “I’m not brave enough to recall something of the past to copy it on paper.” For me, to copy is the only way to draw.

She nods then says, “All right but if you need to let out something you can’t say, draw it instead. It doesn’t have to be a face or an event, it can be abstract.” Abstract? "For now, you’ll have to show me all your drawings but later on, when I have a diagnosis about you, you can throw or burn unwanted drawings. Okay?” I nod slowly whilst trying to take in this assignment. “But it's best to talk to someone though.” She mumbles. I ignore her last sentence as I look to the door. She sighs, “I’ll call them.” Dr. Tess calls back Jim and Cherry. When they come in, they sit on the leather chairs again. “This is going to be a long process.” Dr. Tess starts. She then turns to me, “Khaleeshia do you mind if you wait in the waiting room.” Yes I do mind. I nod.

Jim sighs, “Maybe it's best if you don’t hear this.” He says looking at me sadly.

I look down at my fingers and fumble them. “I—I—” I scramble around in my brain looking for something logical, something reasonable for me to stay instead of waiting for them outside where neither Jim or Cherry can watch over me.