|PARALLELS| ✔

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Panic attacks!

Such cruel and demeaning emotions balled up into one big shock attack.

Calming myself down from that unnecessary high– I looked to both my father and Doctor Briggs and shoot them both a reassuring smile.

Dad seemed to contemplate something in his head: by the small smile gracing his features softening the worried streaks on his forehead I knew he had come to a conclusion.

"Can we continue this session next week? I think she's opened up enough for today," he questioned staring into Dr. Briggs' chocolate orbs.

"That would be good, but one thing I would recommend is to not put this issue off," she stated looking in my direction, she continued to speak, "from what you've told me I can tell that your mom was a big part of your life, and I just want you to know that from what you've experienced you're a strong young adult, Bella. I know it might be hard right now but it's all worth it in the end."

Dr. Briggs stood from her seat then extended her hand to my Dad— he shook her hand in a firm grip flashing her an apprehensive smile.

"Thank you Doctor, for everything. We'll see you next week, have a great evening."

"The pleasure is all mine Mr. Hernandez. Enjoy your evening as well with your beautiful daughter, and Bella— don't over-think things, just take each day as it comes."

"Thank you Doctor, I'll try not to."

We weaved through the furniture and went for the door. A part of me was slightly grateful to be leaving, another part just wanted to rip the bandaid off and face my demons.

Stepping out of the clinic, the red, orange and yellow hue of the setting sun caught my eye. The tranquility of the street was soothing, the occasional sounds of crickets and the distinct buzzing sound of mosquito's and dragon flies might have been the only sounds heard if not for the car engines that were a distance away from us.

Walking uptown to the mall center we walked into the appliance store looking for a suitable coffee machine to take home.

"What do you think about this one?" Dad questioned, eyes set on a newer model of the original machine we had. It was advanced and had a few additions to it: it had a creamer, an ice box( for what? I had no idea), and it even had a special button on the side – we'd have to press it when we got home to figure out its function– all in all, everything seemed prim and proper about it.

"I think we should get it, compared to the others here I'd say it's the best choice. It's also affordable unlike these other ones, one would have to give up an arm and a large to purchase these overpriced machines." I scowled at the thought of businesses overpricing their goods just to make an insane amount of profit, and at the end of the day they'd still pay their employees a measly amount of income.

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Once we arrived home we put the machine to the test.

After three minutes of waiting, the machine brewed the coffee then silently spilled the contents into the mug that was under the tap.