-Unhealthy Obsession-

.40. Therapy Session

It's been two days since I've slept. I didn't want to get any other nightmare. I don't think I could've handled it. They all seem to just get worse and worse, Mia becoming more aggressive and hurtful each time, and still eventually getting shot.

My entire body ached as stared into the ceiling, feeling a numbness than I ever have before. My eyes were heavy but I couldn't sleep. I can't.

I've refused food but my stomach was hollow and begging for it. I don't deserve to eat.

Almost as if on cue, a nurse walked through my door. "Andrew?" he knocked, poking his head in. "It's time for your group therapy."

I sigh. There was no point of arguing anymore. I slowly get up, ignoring the aching pain that flowed through my body. I stagger over to him and he leads me down the creepy halls that I'm getting oh so familiar with. We take a left and enter a door. Inside, there are five chairs in a circle and all are filled but one.

The nurse gently pushed me in and shuts the door, I walk in and sit in the chair as the instructor smiles.

"Great, now that everyone is here, we can start." her smile was just a little too wide for my taste. "Zach? Why don't we start with you today? How is everything?"

He shifts in his seat, his eyes fixed on the floor. "I-I don't know..." he mutters. "I can't stop thinking about her. She was in my dream last night and...she was alive. I-I know it's just a dream but...it felt so real."

I almost scoff out loud. Tell me about it.

"That's normal," the instructor, Bonnie, nodded. "What was the dream like? What was Opal doing?"

"She...was crying. She would'n't stop, I didn't know how to help her. It hurt to hear her cry and I-I just.." he ran his fingers through his blond hair, taking a heavy breath and resting her elbows on his knees.

"Go on?"

"She just kept crying louder and I couldn't bare it anymore! So...s-so...I snapped her neck again. Then I 'mediately woke up."

"Sounds like you're still guilty." Bonnie frowned.

"Of course I am! I loved her, she was my life! I didn't mean to kill her...she just...ticked me off so much! She kept pushing me and testing me I.."

"Hey, it's okay, Zach." Bonnie spoke in a low, soft, voice. She reached over and put her pale hand on his knee, rubbing it gently. I watched curiously seeing if Zach was going to cry...again.

"Have you gotten sleep lately?" she asked and Zach shrugged.

"Not since last night, but I've gotten some sleep in the past few days...it was just that dream. I don't know what was about it."

"It's alright, it's okay." she smiled. "You can always have a private session or talk to Lucy if you need help."

Zach nodded and Bonnie looked at the guy next to me.

"Milo, how about you?" she asked, moving her body to face him. "Everything going alright?"

"I'm fine.." his voice was stale and low as he looked at his hands in his lap.

"Now Milo," she warned. "We are here to be honest and pour out feelings. Group therapy is all about trust and healing. You can't heal if you arn't sharing honest feelings."

"Didn't you hear me?" he snapped bitterly. "I said I was fine! I'm perectly okay! I'm just peachy! Now move on already!"

Bonnie blinked and nodded. "Okay, we'll come back to you," she turned to me and I felt cold shoot from my head to my toes. "Andrew, what about you? Gonna speak today?"