The stories that killed their writer

Chapter 11: I need to

Lana's POV

I walked to the car again. I entered and sighed.

"Hey," Melody showed me a small smile. "How did it go?"

I shrugged.

"It's normal you don't know yet," She said to which I looked at her. "This was only the first session."

I sighed and looked away, slowly nodding.

"Were you able to talk to her easily?"

I slowly nodded again.

"That's good," Melody reached for my hands and squeezed them a bit. "I'm very proud of you."

"Thanks," I looked down, at our joined hands. "Can we go home?" I then looked outside the window. "I'm tired."

"Of course." Melody let go of my hands and started the car.

On our way home, nothing was said. I could sense Melody wanted to know what had been said during therapy but, thankfully, she wasn't pushing the topic. Maybe she finally understood me?

I was looking outside the entire time, even if we would stop at a traffic light. I just couldn't stop thinking about that therapy session. Did I do the right thing? Did I say the right things? What if I didn't? What if I messed up?

We'll see each other next week... Next week... It's too soon, I didn't want to see or talk to that woman anymore. But, at the same time, the waiting is killing me. I needed to go back to explain myself.

She'll think I'm crazy. Or she'll think I'm depressed and suicidal. Or she'll think I need medication. Or a stay in a medical clinic... I didn't want any of that. I just wanted to write to keep Shax away from me, why was that so hard to understand?

We arrived home. Melody parked the car and then looked at me. "So, what are we going to do now?"

I shrugged.

"Maybe we can - "

"I'm going to rest," I got out of the car and walked into the house. I immediately made my way up the stairs and to our bedroom. There, I closed the door and laid down in bed. I sighed deeply. "Finally, some peace and quiet."

"You think?"

I sat up and looked at the window. "Wednesday?"

She entered the room and folded her arms. "Ah, you remember me?"

"Of course," I gulped. "How could I forget you?"

She sighed before sitting down on the bed next to me. "It's been a while..." She then looked at me. "What happened?"

I looked down, at my chest.

"Did Shax do that?"

I nodded.

"How?"

I gulped. "I jumped from the window."

Wednesday raised her eyebrows. "Why? You could've died."

"It was trying to get to me, it was trying to get into my room and I couldn't risk getting hurt so I - "

"So you jumped out of the window?" She seemed baffled. And I couldn't blame her.

I sighed and looked down.

"Do you realize you could have died?"

I kept looking down.

"Shax almost got what it wanted."

"I know," I gulped. "I know it was stupid, but it was the only way out I saw at that moment."