"Kehlani it's okay to talk here" Says Demi giving me a soft smile
"I know, just trying to get use to this whole thing" I say rubbing my hands on my shorts
"Telling someone you barely know about tramatizing events aren't easy" says Demi"I do have to call it a day on our session though"
"Oh yeah, I understand" I say getting up and heading towards the door
I've been going to this therapist for 2 weeks and haven't really done anything. I was in the US ARMY for 5 years. I was medically discharged because...I couldn't handle things mentally anymore. I'm 25 so I got time to fix this shit in my head...
I don't have a choice but to be okay sometimes. I spend most of my time at my sister's house. She recently brought a house and I'm helping her do some renevations on it.
"Hey, hey now" says Camila in the kitchen
"What's up" I say sitting my keys on the counter
"How was therapy?" Says Camila making a sandwich
"Great" I say smiling wide"I feel like it's really helping"
I feel like she believes me but I don't know for how long.
"Great! what are you gonna be working on today?" says Camila grabbing her bag
"The deck finally" I say"I have all the stuff, I should be done by the time you get off"
"You don't know how much I appreciate everything you've done around here big sis" says Camila
"It's the least I can do living here free and all" I say
"I would do anything for you" says Camila"I'll see you later"
She heads out and I just stand there a moment. I get bad memories popping up in my head from time to time. Not just from the army but from my life before all that.
I roll a joint and head out to the back yard. I had a few measurements to do before I start.
I step back and look at everything as i take a long drag. I blast an r&b playlist I made and start making the holes for the post.
I like doing this type of stuff. It's keeps my mind off of all my fuck ups and pain.
I work for about two hours and make a sandwich.
When I look through the window I see some people moving in next door. It was an older couple and a women in her 20s maybe.
As much as I hate talking to people, it seems like they were struggling getting some of their things in. I've always had a problem with not being able to not help when I see someone in destress.
I take a deep breath then head next door.
"Hi, welcome to the neighborhood" I say
I catch the attention of the older man.
"Hi, thank you" he say putting his hand out"Nathan Wilson"
"Kehlani Parrish, I live right next to you...me and my sister" I say
"That's my wife Hang and my granddaughter Gabi" says Nathan
I give them all a quick smile. They seem like really sweet people.
"I seen you guys might need a little help getting your things in" I say
"Yes we would appreciate it" says Hang"Nat has too much pride sometimes, I sure he was gonna say no"
"I wasn't" says Nathan laughing
The granddaughter seemed cool just very guarded. She wouldn't take her sunglasses off for nothing.
