A lost slumber

XVII

My alarm clock rings and I am pulled out my thoughts. It's 6:45 in the morning. I rush to take a shower and get ready. I barely made it out of the house by 7:20 am. I hoped that there wouldn't be any traffic, but that did nothing. I made it to school with 8 minutes to spare , but that really meant I had 3 minutes to get to my locker and class before the hallways started to fill in. I wobbled out of my car and rushed inside the building. I got in class just before students started to fill the hallways. I put my head down to catch my breath. As I breathed out and in , I felt like today was going to be a long day.

By the end of the school day, I called my dad to find out where the unstable factory building was. I lied and told him that it was for a school project and that I'd search up the address on the internet for pictures. I felt bad about lying to him ( especially since he was one of the only people that believed me), but I had to test my theory. I didn't have a shift at work and I decided to check out the old place.

When I was driving around the area , I felt a sudden sense of familiarity. This had to be it. I had never been to this place but my mind remembers it. I contemplate whether I should go in or not. I decide not to. If Ezme is here then what good would be to find one of the culprits? I ask myself. I turn around to head home. I see how my dad and I didn't cross paths with that old factory building. I saw a shortcut and I took that way home.

On Thursday morning I head to school. Since the storm is today, today is a half day. I'd usually be fine with a half day , but not today. My mom wants me to go to therapy today. She even scheduled an early appointment for 1 pm. I don't want to go , but it feels like I have no choice.

School ended at 12:00 pm and I headed straight to therapy. I spent 15 minutes mustering up the nerve to head into the building until a security guard tapped on my window. The guard motioned for me to lower my window and asked , " Are you going to head in?"

I let out a short sigh and said , " Yes."

I headed into the building and went to my so-called therapist. I stood by the doorway and Dr.Bolton said , " You can come in you know."

" I don't know Tina. I don't know if you can keep the fact that you saw me today confidential." I said while gritting my teeth.

" Okay look, I get that you're mad but I had no choice." Dr.Bolton says desperately.

" No choice?" I ask hysterically.

" Yes." Dr.Bolton says calmly.

" Did someone physically hold a gun againsts your head and threaten to shoot if you didn't terminate our client confidentiality and give the police evidence of my mental health?" I bitterly asked.

" No they didn't." She said remorsefully.

" Then you had a choice." I said, angry.

" Celeste -" Dr.Bolton began to say.

I didn't let her finish her sentence. I simply asked , " What could you possibly say that can explain how you broke any amount of trust I had for you?"

I began to head out the door , but I stopped once I heard Dr.Bolton say , " Wait."

" What?" I asked coldly.

" Your mom told me this would help you." Dr.Bolton says.

" My mom? You listened to my mom instead of coming to me?" I asked hysterically.

" Yes. She is your parent after all." Dr.Bolton says.

" That doesn't matter," I say as my voice starts to crack. " You are the therapist. You are the person that is supposed to make up a solution with me for my problems. It is not in your job description to take advice from someone who doesn't even believe that I'm sane." I leave the room. I'm beyond aggravated and I don't care if I have an hour left with her.