It Hurts

Chapter 2

Charity 

As I stared into the eyes of this, dark-haired, stuck up, business savvy looking woman, I started to wonder why she was here. And why was she being introduced to me?

My mother decided to interrupt the awkward silence, which I was very thankful for.

"So, Dr Jones. What do you need to know?" asked my mother,

"Need to know about what?" I questioned, with a puzzled expression overcoming my face.

Dr Jones smiles and continues to answer my mother's inquiry,

 " I need to talk to you about behavioural changes, anything different or concerning, and I would like to speak to Charity about her feelings and thoughts towards what is happening to her"

I looked over at my mother, and she gave me that look. You know, the look that means, go away and come back in 10 minutes. That sort of look. As she aimed me towards the stairs, I took a few steps into the hallway and waved before walking upstairs. My bedroom is conveniently positioned above the living room. As I sat in silence on my bed, which by the way has not been made, I began to listen in on their discussion. I could hear a few words every now and again, but nothing quite made sense. While I was trying to listen I heard a loud yell calling my name. I half-heartedly wandered downstairs to see what was happening. Dr Jones smiled at me and put out her hand for me to shake. I hesitantly shook her hand before taking a seat on my couch. My mother smiled at me before walking away and into the kitchen. I was now sitting alone with a stranger, who was here to talk to me about my feelings. I sat in silence, waiting for her to say something, which unfortunately she did.

"What exactly is happening, from your perspective?" She asked.

I wasn't sure if I liked her, and was grateful someone was finally helping me. Or if I didn't like her and was too scared to say anything. I felt like I couldn't move. I felt, trapped. 

Finally, I brought myself to speak, "I feel, irritated and anxious like everyone is watching me. I have trouble focusing and I never really know where I am or what I'm doing, I always seem to be distracted, but by nothing. I'm always frustrated and I just feel like I'm not even a person anymore. I'm just flesh and bone wandering from place to place. I just feel, lost"

A tear streamed down my face as I took a deep breath in after sharing everything I had bottled up inside of me. 

Dr Jones continued to question me before calling in my mum to talk to. As they sat and talked I began to worry. What was going to happen? Was it really this serious? I didn't know, I'm just a kid. Surely it's not that a big of a deal. But next thing I knew, my mother was hugging me, as the tears streamed down her face. And Dr Jones began to lead me out of the house, as my mother starred into my eyes. I didn't know where I was going. But it wasn't going to be good. I was sat down in the back seat of a black 1969 Chevrolet Camaro ZL1, and it started to drive away. I peered out the window to get the last glances of my mother, if I had known this would be the last time I would see her for a while. I would've held onto her longer.

After some time of watching the trees rush by, and the kids riding their bikes to the park, we finally arrived at where I assumed was our destination. It was a large, old, scary looking building. Like those abandoned hospitals you see in horror films. I began to feel anxious. My mind kept shifting focus to different things. From the building,  to the people playing outside, to the sounds of the birds, to the car I was in, to the people driving me there. It was like my mind was dancing at a ball, and every spin was a new thing to focus on.

As I was lead closer and closer to the giant double doors at the entrance of the building, things started to get blurry. And everything slowly faded away. Before all I could see was black. Just black.