Guess That Is How I Know You

Chapter V

March 6, 2016

Today was anything but average.

It was the first day in over two weeks in which I was able to wake up feeling completely rested and migraine-free. Clearly the medication Doctor Myers had prescribed was working better and faster than I had expected.

Amy left on Friday to spend the weekend at her mother's, which meant I was alone, and even though I loved Amy like a sister, it felt refreshing to wake up without her making noise around the kitchen. The solitude and silence were blessings and they helped me to feel brand new.

What really made this day a whole lot different was what happened after I decided to leave my abode.

Today was going to be a good day, I knew it as soon as I woke up well rested and the sun coming through the window hit my face without any sign of discomfort. The refreshing feeling along with my good humor made me realize the day should not be spent inside doing nothing.

As I walked to the kitchen to eat yogurt and fruits, I unlocked my phone to google something to do, something out of ordinary.

After a while I found out there was a new dirt biking track in town for adults only, which meant all the childish fun without the child part.

I figured a simpler outfit would suffice, since it was not a cold day—in fact it was rather lukewarm—and I would end up with a protective gear once I got there. I dressed into a black high-waisted legging with mesh sides, a plain red V-neck t-shirt, and matching sneakers.

My hair was not much different, it was growing bigger, about an inch or two over my shoulder, and seeing as I didn't want it to become a bird's nest once I put the helmet on, I secured it in a firm ponytail.

It took me an hour to get myself ready before leaving my apartment, and by then the clock was reading 11:30am. I would not be hungry anytime soon, I also did not want to go to the track when the sun would most likely make me melt inside the protective gear, but for the first time in over two weeks I felt confident to drive myself around again, which meant I was not about to get back inside just to wait for time to pass.

I pressed the elevator's button and waited for it to get to my floor, but it was taking too long and the panel on top of it showed it was being held on the seventh floor, people just do not get how inconvenient it is to hold on to the elevator's door for so long when there is only one working elevator for the whole damn building.

It would not budge, and after waiting for 10 minutes, I figured I would take the stairs to the seventh floor and get the elevator from there, maybe it would help whoever it was to realize they were being jerks.

As I write it now, I can see that deep down my idea revolved mostly around the chance of it being Professor Bailey, although I do not think I was prepared to admit it this morning.

I ran down the stairs, not because I was in a rush, but just because my newfound energy was making me a little too excited to do something as simple as going down the stairs.

I slowed my pace once I noticed there were people screaming at each other followed by a childlike cry. I knew I should have kept going all the way down to the garage and just pretended I had not heard anything, but curiosity got the best of me once I distinguished Professor Bailey's voice as the one pleading for the other person to stay, so I hid myself behind the half open fire door.

"We are over. You are unable to put yourself in my shoes! You have been out to your family since you were young, but I am a forty-five-year-old mother of two, who up until a year ago, to my family's eyes, was as straight as they come. It isn't that simple for me to just come out, maybe your field and family are more accepting, but mines aren't!"