So, I recently wrote a short paragraph about this scene of a story that was running through my mind. :P I haven't really written after this one...but do tell me how it is.
He was walking away from me. No. NO. It was as though my scream was muted. My throat hurt. I saw him till his shadow wasn't visible. It was dark. I shuddered. My eyes were wet. My right hand clutched on to something in the air. Hard. And that's when I landed back on earth. I dreamed again last night. I dreamed about him. It was a nightmare.
He was walking away from me. No. NO. It was as though my scream was muted. My throat hurt. I saw him till his shadow wasn't visible. It was dark. I shuddered. My eyes were wet. My right hand clutched on to something in the air. Hard. And that's when I landed back on earth. I dreamed again last night. I dreamed about him. It was a nightmare.
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I could smell banana pancakes. They were my favorite. It didn't take me long to figure out why mum made them. I was going to have to visit a therapist. I heaved a long sigh. I WASN'T going to therapy. Not this time. My mom had started freaking out a week ago. When my nightmares had started again. They were attacking me. Worse than ever. I thought of last night, remembered about when hell had closed down on me. Like it did past a week now. How long was it going to last?
Mom came in, handed me a plate of pancakes and sat down beside me. I knew what was going to come next. "Sweetheart, I don't get what's so wrong about therapy." She stroked my cheek while she said that. I rolled my eyes and ate my pancake without a word. We were done talking about this for too long now. "Look, I know what you're thinking, but you should really consider it. Besides, it'll mostly be Carla doing it." She smiled while she mentioned her name. Carla Heavens - four years elder than me, an old neighbor. We were pretty close back then. But then, she changed her school, got new friends. The popular and pathetic kind. She took psychology as her subject of specialization for college. She probably had to counsel kinds as her a project. I almost smirked and my expressions must have been pretty obvious because Mom just then went "I thought you liked her..." And I said nothing. The phone just went off and Mom rushed out to take it. I rolled my eyes again. I didn't mean to be difficult, I wasn't usually. It's just... No Therapy.
Yep, that's about it.
3 comments:
intriguing i must say.....
Want the story to be 'to be continued'....
:D Thanks! Hmm...I haven't really written after it yet. I will try to soon though..so you're going to have to wait! ;P
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