My Blue Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 35

His words seeped through me making invisible holes that flamed my insides.

I'm not crazy

'I don't want you to take it that way but every once in a while a person needs some counselling.', he said that so effortlessly.

I kept shut.

I didn't even hear what he said for what felt like hours. I just kept digging holes in my palms, resting in my lap.

I went to bed and anticipated sleep but it was long gone.
What's happening?

Am I really mentally ill?
Or it's just another one of his lunatic decision.

Amidst the state of doldrum, thankfully sleep invaded my vessel.

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I was ready, wearing god knows what. But yeah it was ethical I can tell.
The ride was silent.

Even the people on the road chose to kept their horns to themselves.

Good for me
Good for THEM.

I looked at Zaki who was intently driving with a small frown sitting on his brows.
I tried to ask him something but again sealed my lips and looked away.

Honestly, I didn't know what to say...

To testify that I'm not some psychopath or talk normally so that he can take us back to his apartment to lead a normal day.

I looked out and saw Zaki standing with an opened door.

Ohh we've reached.

The building portrayed more of an office fashion.

I've never been to a brain doctor so I don't how their hospital looks like.

Let's see.

After a cold elevator ride we were led by some hijabi assistant to an office.

Why the hell is she smiling?

Am I a clown?

She opened a black door and we followed her to a big ass office. A big black desk held nothing but a white  page and a hand that held a black pencil.
My gaze followed his hand and came across a black charcoal jacket.

What is it with black...

He needs a doctor not me. Duh!

'I'll leave her to you.', I heard Zaki and then a small click.

I swiveled at the click of the door and he was gone.

How could he leave me off with some strange man?

'You may sit.', a deep voice.

Keeping my movements calculated, I craned my neck in his direction. He gestured to the couch that was in the farthest corner of this hall type room.

Why?

He stood up and started towards me.

Ohh My

'You really need to sit now Zasha.', he said while leaning against his big black desk, half smiling.

Stop enjoying my state, moron.
And he knows my name!

'And that's the only thing I know about you.', he stated.

'What?', I whispered.

'Your name.', he now had that white page in his hand.

'We really need to sit now so that we can talk and I can help you.', he seemed really patient but I'm so not ready to buy that look.

'I don't want to talk. Can't you just tell him that I'm sane so I could go home.', I stated genuinely.