After that nightmare, I spent the next three days at home. I refused to get out of bed, let alone leaving the house. Ashton tried to call me a couple of times but I told him that I wasn't feeling too well.
I was always thinking about it. Always replaying the entire thing in my mind. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't help myself. The dream had felt so real but I knew it wasn't. It was way too frustrating. The thing that I couldn't get over most was what they had said. A part of me didn't believe it but an even bigger part of me did.
The only things I did were smoking, getting wasted, crying and sleeping. And of course, listening to sad music. I just wanted to be alone.
" You haven't popped by my office, like you'd promised to." Dr Martin said when I picked up the house phone.
" Sorry, it slipped my mind." I answered.
" Care for afternoon tea?" He joked, attempting but failing miserably at his British accent.
" Can't." I forced out a laugh.
" Well, clear up all your schedules. It's at three." He said matter-of-factly.
" But I can't." I pressed.
" Can't or won't? Ciao." And with that, he ended the call.
I groaned and kicked at one of the legs of the coffee table. The last thing I needed at the moment was he grilling on me on my personal life. I glanced at the clock and cursed inwardly. I only had an hour to get ready and I looked like some homeless lady.
I had a hard time covering up the smell of cigarettes and vodka but I did a pretty decent job. The strong aroma of coffee hit me as I entered the homey café, which was a block away from Dr Martin's office. It was a small café filled with businessmen and women.
" Mia, good to see you again." Dr Martin greeted me professionally and extended his hand for a shake when he saw me.
" Pleasure." I rolled my eyes and sat down opposite him.
" Got you coffee." He ignored my attitude and smiled graciously.
" Thanks." I mumbled. Even after taking countless of mints, my breath still reeked of alcohol and nicotine.
" So, Mia. What have you been up to?" He asked casually.
" Dr Martin, we're not having a session right now. Why don't you save the chitchat for my next visit? Tell me why do you really want to meet me." I said bluntly. My patience was running out and considering how my past few days had gone I wasn't in the best of moods.
" I'm concerned. And not just because its my job but I can see what you're doing. You've stopped taking your medications, I suppose." He replied, lacing his fingers together.
" How'd you know?" I questioned. It freaked me out when he would magically possess the deduction skills of Sherlock Holmes.
" Oh please, Mia. I can smell you a mile away. You stink of booze. And cigarettes." He laughed.
" It doesn't matter if I'm drinking or not, okay? It doesn't matter if I'm taking my medications or not." I deadpanned and folded my arms.
" It does. A very crucial detail, may I add," he said, switching back to his serious doctor mode.
" Well, to me it doesn't." I challenged him.
" Young lady, you have to take them. And taking them means no booze." He sighed.
" Fine, I'll take them. Now are you done? Because I have to go." I lied and left the café in a hurry.
I got home in no time and was more than surprised to see Ashton standing in the middle of the living room.
" Hey, I've been trying to reach you." He sounded worried and tired.
" Sorry I was out." I gave him a faint smile as I went to the kitchen.
" You're still jumpy. Everything okay?" He asked and sat on the kitchen counter.
" Yeah." I nodded my head and made myself a cup of coffee.
" No you're not." He said wearily.
I stopped what I was doing and stared at him with blank eyes. I hadn't expected that and I was already having a bad day, no, a bad life and there he was telling me something I'd never wanted to hear in a million years.
" If a person goes MIA for a few days, it doesn't necessarily mean something' wrong." I gave an exasperated sigh, not bothering to try to hide my annoyance.
" When I first saw you, I knew something was different about you." He started explaining.
" Everyone is different." I rolled my eyes.
" Yeah but you're something else." He insisted.
" Look, I've had a long day. Why don't you go back home and spend time with your family?" I grumbled.
" Is this what this is about? Family?" He asked, getting frustrated of guessing.
" No! I just want you to get off my back alright!" I yelled. Realization set in and I felt disappointed with myself for losing my temper that easily.
I didn't dare to meet his gaze so I adverted my attention to the steaming cup of coffee in my hands. I heard the shuffling of feet and the slamming of my front door.
Then and there, I knew that I had lost a friend.
YOU ARE READING
At Midnight
Teen FictionMia Roden was the definition of loner. She had no friends at all and everyone in school treated her like she was invisible. No one paid any attention to her. But what happens when the new kid next-door decided to start a conversation with the undou...