Amnesia

11

My parents were making me see a psychiatrist after last night; they didn't believe I was okay. Who could blame them? I ran out the house freaking out the whole neighborhood. My mom cried from my episode and dad didn't seem too keen on me leaving anywhere until I talked to someone.

They drove the car past the supermarket and down a few streets. I was preoccupied and nervous with being forced to talk to someone about my nightmares. My parents opted out about hearing it.

Nick was avoiding me since last night. I couldn't argue with what he was feeling. I practically called him a kidnapper. Cheryl was left in the dark, she tried to talk to me only to receive a 'don't do it' stare from Nick.

I wanted to cry this morning. I felt alienated by my own family. I needed them to understand and when they did, until I had an episode.

The car stopped and parked in a lot, the building gloomy and foreign. The Windows were made from reflective glass on the first floor and everything above was normal glass.

"It's for the best dear. I don't want you to remember but they come back in the forms of nightmares." My mother said, turning slightly around in the driver seat. Dad refused to go, He didn't want to deal with the awkward silence of the trip.

I nodded, refusing to say a word. When I thought she was done, I got out the car and headed to building.

I didn't look back until I was inside the safety of the reflective windows. She stayed a little while longer and finally drove away.

I counted to 20, calming myself and headed to the floor that my therapist was in.

I watched the numbers light up floor by floor until my twelfth floor signaled the doors to open.

There were chairs that lined the blue walls, a desk off to the left in the corner next to a big door and no one was here.

I was beginning to turn around when someone opened the big door.

"Can I help you?"

I turned slowly around to see a man in his late thirties, he wore a business suit a briefcase in his hand and keys in the other. He looked too familiar for my liking.

"I'm looking for the therapist of this building." I said, taking a small step back.

"That's me, Greg Blanch. How can I help you?" He asked.

"My parents dropped me off to talk to someone." Was all I said. This man scared me and I didn't even know him. Or at least I don't think I do.

"Parents? Is your name Lisa Greene?" He asked, closing his office door fully.

I nodded slowly. I didn't want to be here. Something was off.

"You missed your appointment thirty minutes ago. If you still want to talk about your nightmares we can reschedule or we can talk while we eat. I'm starving."

When he said that my stomach growled with anticipation. He laughed, "I know this great diner down the block. It's a lovely day so we can walk."

I eased a little bit, he wasn't going to force me in a car.

"Ok."

A/N: I'm back on track! Haha! Finally. I just had to walk away and let other ideas flow to come up with this chapter. I hope you liked it, although it's pretty boring. But next chapter is coming soon and you're gonna want to know who this Greg Blanch guy is. Leave comments I really would like to know who you thibk this new character is. :)