annies PoV
Today is my 'catch up' meeting, i have to go alone and tell them how i am feeling and whats going on in my head. It's the first time i'll be seeing a doctor since leaving the place multiple months ago. I just cant help but feel incredibly sick because if this goes well ill be taken off the programme and i need it.. Okay so i'm feeling a lot better but sometimes it's not so nice in my head and being removed from the programme means i have to fend for myself and deal with things alone. I dont think im ready for this. My life has just been go go go lately and now i have to take a step back and actually calculate how i am. I've been pretending to be okay for so long.
The meeting is long and all i do is sit here nodding whilse the two men and the lady talk about me and exacmine me and give me tests. They make me write my name about 100 times and fill out a few questionaires. Then they say "so how are you feeling annie?"
OH SHIT.
"Parden me?" The lady says souding slightly annoyed. Oh, did i just say that out loud? By the look on Her face i am going to go with a yes on that one. So here goes nothing or everything or my life down the drain with my soul. Stop being deep and just use your words. Words annie, use your words!
"I have been doing.. okay i guess. I have some new friends and i havent been doing any of the bad stuff i did before. Well only like once or twice right after leaving the institute and things were still rough at school. But do i sound silly if i ask to stay on the programme? for a just incase thing" I havent stopped looking at my hands picking at my nails in my lap the whole time of talking about maybe if i had i would have observation skills and know i am now crying and a lady is giving me a tissue.
"Annie dear, with what happened to you. I dont mean to scare you but we have to always keep you on the programme because we will never know if its going to happen again. We are all here for you if you fall annie. its okay" She gives me another tissue as i'm now aggressivly crying.
"Thank.. You.. So" i manage to get out, kind of.
Lots of reassuring and loving hugs and little tests later i am out of the place with my headphones back in on my way home. Wow i have been in there 4 hours.
Thirteen thirty-five by dillon makes me smile as i sit on the empty bus going home. I took the long way to have a little think.
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