The past two days flew by fast. All I did was lay in bed if I wasn't in bed I was roaming trying to find my way around this facility from 6-7 after I was in the swimming pool doing laps until 10 which was our bed time. I never realized how many things I pushed to the back of my mind until I was alone. Being in the room for two days had made me realize a lot. Too much to be completely honest.
I sat up slowly as I yawned. I stretched out my legs and got up. I went to my bathroom. I did my business and looked in the mirror. There were bags under my eyes but it wasn't from being tired. I was stressed. I been through A LOT. Things were starting to resurface that I forgot about. It was almost scary as I saw things being done to me through my eyes but with the mindset I have now. That's what's scary. I got so mad at some of the memories I destroyed all the pillows on my bed. It looked like a puppy went ham and ripped them to pieces. I had to call an employee to get me more. They were made of leather and apparently rip proof.
I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I changed into a dark blue sweater and some black leggings. I slid on some slides and combed my curly hair out before leaving to my therapist room. I twiddled my thumbs and went to knock on her door.
Before my hand made contact with the door it swung open and a pretty women around my age opened the door. She smirked at me with a smile as she looked me up and down. I raised my eyebrows and did the same to her, but with my lips pressed in a line. I crossed my arms as she finally walked past me.
I pushed the door back open and Ciara looked up from her desk top. We made eye contact and she raised her eyes in surprise.
"Oh Robyn," She said with a smile as she glanced at her computer."your, early."
"Oh really I can come back if you n-" She cut me off.
"Your fine have a seat." She smiled at me and stood up.
She motioned for her cushion chair. She grabbed a clipboard and we sat across from each other. She crossed her legs and clicked her pin.
I walked over and sat down slowly in my seat. I laced my hands together and held them in my lap.
"Well today we aren't doing much I'm just going to ask you a few questions for the next two days and take a few trips down memory lane." She said calmly and I nodded.
"Okay." I said and ran through my hair.
"State your full name?"
"Robyn Rihanna Fenty."
"How old are you?"
"20."
"How tall are you?"
"5'8."
"If you can describe your life in one word what would it be?" I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms.
"Complicated."
"Do you get upset easily?"
"Not really no."
"Do you enjoy being a part of a group?"
"If we're working to get something done then yes. If not then I like to be by myself."
"Do you like to solve complex problems?"
"My life is a complex problem that's why I'm here."
"Do you believe that others have good intentions?"
"A lot do, but most don't with me."
"Are you always prepared?"
"Mentally or physically?"
"Both."
"Plysically yes. Mentally no close to never."
"Do you have a low opinion of yourself?"
"Yes."
"Hmmm okay." She said as she scribbled down on her notepad.
I squinted my eyes a bit and cause it looked luke she was writing a whole damn paragraph.
"Do you have a nattual talent for influencing people?" She asked woth a raised eyebrow.
"You mean do I manipulate people?"
"Is that what you think I said?"
"Yeah, but you attrmpted to make it sound nicer." I said tilting my head to the side.
"Are you going to answer the question?"
"No I do not."
"Do you see the beauty of nature?"
"I dont know about beauty, but being natural always made me feel free and calmer."
"Do you anticipate the needs of others?"
"Only if I've known them for a long time?"
"Do you get irritated easily?"
"Only if I'm provoked."
"Can you be trusted to keep your promises?" My face dropped as I thought about all that i put Beyonce through.
"Not recently no." I looked down and dropped my arms at my sided.
"Do you set high standards for yourself and or others?"
"My standards used to be high I used to know what I wanted and how to get it now I dont even know anymore."
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