In The Heart Of Her Mind.

Saturday, Sunday.

"Why are you here today son?" The elderly man asked as he adjusted his paperwork into his clipboard.

"Did you not get the email's I sent containing my previous notes?" I rubbed my temple before placing my chin on the palm of my hand.

"I know that son, but I wanted to know your soul purpose for being here in present times. What is it that you seek?" He adjusted his cuff links.

"I'm not necessarily seeking for anything." I let out a small laugh. He spoke as if I were on some level of Locks Quest.

"But we all are son, you wouldn't be here if there wasn't something you wanted to get off of your chest." I let out an exasperated breath knowing he was right.

"My girlfriend left me for what feels like an eternity ago. I have writers block and it's severity is just like the malaria got when my folks took us all to meet some family friends in Ikeja..." I start to elaborate on my dilemmas to who is now the fourth therapist I have had since Vivian.

I found Dr. Nadir Khadra while I was searching for character inspiration on Pinterest when I finally set up my MacBook. It took a couple weeks to get used to but it was the most useful  gift out of all the others.

His ad opened up a link showing me his reviews, plans and mission statement.

Your new self is not ready to walk without the old you holding it's hand.

Don't get me wrong, I came here because of you. But, I also needed to know what the hell he was talking about. I don't understand his level of personification.

Is it supposed to be like a parent guiding a child or?...

"Oh, I've read a lot about the Isabella topic..."

Has he now?

"...and the hallucinations?" He says carefully and looks up from his notes to try and measure up my body language.

"Yeah, I see my girlfriend like she's a fucking ghost. One of my therapists blamed it on schizophrenia." I sink into my seat.

Acceptance was hard.

"We will leave medical assumptions behind until I run my own tests." He says rather sharply.

"Fine by me." Silence fills up the room and the white noise is accompanied by my foot tapping on the ground before it eventually reaches to a halt.

"Can we uh, not discuss Bella, like, at all? I really don't need you repeating what I've probably been told all my adult life."

"Whatever you want Micah. It's up to you." Nadir smiled at me and typed away on his computer.

I realised that all the 'she's moved on' or 'she's never coming back' crap was just to try and deceive me into forgetting about her and understanding that Isabella is no longer mine, nor will she ever be.

Yeah, acceptance was hard.

"There's this girl..." I say, knowing what I want to talk about.

"Not Isabella?" He raises his eyebrows, intrigued.

"No doc, she was a receptionist down at the building where my first therapist was at." I start.

"Well then, what about her son?"

I thought hard about it.

What is it about her? I never really cared about about her in general to see past her strong persona towards others. She was never far from cold towards me.