A Good Gal In the Making.

The Scorpion

Not all mistakes are sins, but are all sins mistakes?

A creek of a door sounded nearby, and it sent pangs of panic shooting down my spine, crawling over my body and numbing my senses. Shrills of fear and anxiety took over. The mere act of openning my eyes to catch a glance of the inevitable danger was achingly difficult, both emotionally and physically, so I decided to pretend I wasn't there.

They say if you act it, you become it. I learnt the hard way that this in fact does not apply almost 99% of the time.

I felt naked. Exposed. Vulnerable.

My ears recognized a familiar voice, yet the hope it gave me felt so foreign amid the anguish and pain: "Hang in there, I'm calling 911."

I heard her weep for me with all the angels.

I woke up to the sound of the splatter of rain on the glass of the window. The room was small and cozy. Everything was colored in either white or beige. It didn't look like a hospital room, but rather like one in the asylum movies I've watched about lunatics with mental or emotional instabilities who end up committing suicide.

I watched a nice lady with a warm smile walk towards me with a look of sympathy in her eyes. "Hello, Alex, I'm Doctor Monica and I'm here to help you. How are you feeling today?"

"I'm feeling fine." I lied as I looked her straight in the eyes. Therapists can tell if you're lying through signs of body language. I'm glad I know loopholes that help me bypass this. I felt like I was using a cheat-code. "Why am I in here?"

"The incident that happened to you yesterday left you emotionally traumatized, but that's okay, I'm here to help." She managed to keep the same facial expression of a warm smile through-out the whole sentence. That made her smile turn from comfortingly warm to eerily agonizing and cold.

"Thank you for your concern, Monice, but I need to get out of here. As for yesterday's unfortunate incident, Ill get over it." I was beginning to lose my patience.

"Don't worry, dear, I'm just here to give a general assesment of your case and then you can get out. You seem perfectly fine" She finally changed her plastered smile and gave me a wink. "I'll get on the release papers straight away. But first, is there anything that you wish for me to help with?"

"It would be great if you can leave me alone and proceed working on these papers, I don't have all day." I pleaded, aware of my impolite gesture.

Minutes later, she came back in, "Sign here and you're good to go." She smiled more brightly, clearly happy to be getting rid of me. "Before you go, you should know that you are required to visit a therapist once a week. It will help you feel better. I have assigned Doctor Miranda for you, I'm pretty sure you two will get along really well."

My mom was waiting outside, she ran towards me taking me in her embrace, my body still ached, and I fell stiff under her touch. "Please Mom, this was bad enough already, don't make me feel like something *is* wrong with me."

"I'm sorry, hunny. Your Father and I got worried dead about you." She said as she kissed my face normally like she always did, which made me feel a bit better.

The rest of the ride home was silent. School was only one night away, and I still didn't  find out what Vicky needed of me the other day. I decided to read her messages for once.

"Alex, come over, I've got something to tell you."

"Where are you?"

"Earth to Alex. Come over. Now."

"GETTING REALLY SICK OF YOUR SHIT ALEX."

All the messages contained something like that.  Typical Victoria, always a tease. Was the subject always worth it? No. It almost never was.