Chapter 3: Keys

I tap the table because of the excitement I’m feeling. 

“Okay everyone you can now go back with your activities for this day,”

We all clapped our hands after the breakfast was done and also the head’s announcement. I licked my lower lip. I turn my head to look for Jake, my new friend, and my new crush. I giggled when I saw him arranging the seats.  

“Jake!” I scream at the top of my lungs. He turned to me looking distressed with what I'd done. 

He pulled me across the crowd. 

“What the heck are you doing?” He asked angrily. I pout, now he’s mad I have to make it to him. 

“It’s our free time,” I said with my puppy eyes to be a little more convincing. 

“Fine, let’s go,” he said before pulling me again towards the paradise he’s been trying to make. 

I woke up feeling dizzy, with my beautiful nightmares again. I felt a liquid gush on my face. I open the lights and rush for my water and sleeping pills on the bedside table. I’m trembling so badly that all I can do is wait for my tears to fall. I bite my lips so that they bleed. 

I calm myself for a little bit and open the glass door on the terrace. I know that love is the other part of the pain, but why does my heart want revenge? Maybe because I feel more than pain, it’s grief that crushed my heart. 

 “I need a session with that hottie.” I sighed before going in to have a good sleep. It’s already 2 am and I need a good sleep, not a traumatic one. 

When I woke up, a bright ray of sunshine greets me. I walk to my closet to find a good outfit that will suit the day. And I found a gift from a friend. It's quite gorgeous though but so extravagant to use for therapy. What about a black one? To show that I’m in grief? Or a red tube dress? I sighed when on normal days I can easily choose clothes to use, what’s prickin’ wrong now?   I cursed myself inside my head. 

“Maybe because of the nightmare, yes this is because of that.” I tried to fool myself even more. 

In the end, I chose the black ruffled tube dress. I blow-dry my hair and style it for my simple attire. I painted my lips my signature lipstick matte red. I practice a sweet smile again and again. They can’t even notice the sweet smiles are done with great practice cause I can’t perfect the art of being happy again. 

“Mask on babe,” 

I ask for Monroe’s permission about me taking another piece of taking Black’s advice on how to migrate the pain to an idea. I smirked before leaving my condo. My mood abruptly changes when my feet touch the outside world. I wore my sunglasses to maintain my unknown profile even if it's so obvious. 

While walking off the hallway the crowd's attention is focused on me. I gave them my unusual poker face, even though I am so tired of this game of mine but then I’m so close to bringing those moles off this world. 

“A little push Visha you’ll make this unto the top.” 

When I make it to my car I notice that I didn’t bring my keys. I checked my bag and to my disappointment, I did not bring the keys. I cursed myself again. 

“Forgot your keys upstairs?” A cold voice asked behind me. I turn my body to see the culprit. Jairo I mean Dr. Black with his heavenly face. His back was leaning against his car. 

“Yeah uh, why are you here?” I said looking so stressed even though he’s the reason I’m dressed looking so classy and elegant. 

He smirked, he was not informed that he is so hot with his black suit, and black surname he slayed it. 

“I happen to be living here and I’m heading to my office and I saw you cursing yourself woman.” He gave me his grim look, before opening the shotgun seat and motioning me to get inside. 

“What?” I asked and my tone was so disrespectful. I bit my lip when he looked at me, brows furrowed and curious. 

“Can’t you understand? Get in,” he’s so rude now huh, does he forget I’m his patient? 

“Sure,” I answered well with a taste of sarcasm. This is the worst day. 

“Tsk,” he slammed the door when he got in. So he’s weird now. He was not like this when I first met him. This will be a hard mission.

I stayed silent for more than a minute before deciding to say something. 

“Are you high?” The car screeched before I could react. The car is now parked beneath the road and he’s staring at me dangerously. Is he okay? 

“Repeat it,” I can feel the goosebumps. The way he talks makes me feel  I’m in grave danger, why does the aura change? Is he insane? No, he’s a psychologist and he can take care of himself. My gaze turns to his left hand on the steering wheel. He has a tattoo with a design that I can’t read or maybe it’s an Arabic word? I felt a strong thump from my heart, did I see this tattoo before? 

“I w-was j-joking,” I struggle to say my words, he’s looking directly into my eyes. He’s deeply making me scared, I feel that he’s wandering inside of my past or memories, or is he judging me? 

“I’m just making you feel what you wanna feel,” he looked at me assuring me it’s okay. He held my left hand and stared at me like he was doing some rituals to get me in my mood. 

“Your eyes seem empty, do you have difficulty sleeping?” He smiled again before looking forward. He’s weird as me, maybe we’re just cool? 

“Seems that we’ll get along very well,” I giggled out of nowhere before we tour to our destination.