ログイン"So how have you been?" It is my last patient of the day. "I have been good. The medication and the breathing exercises are really helping," his eyes are still twitching and I am concerned. "How many hours of sleep do you get?" he has insomnia and extreme anxiety. "Seven to eight hours," he answers. "A night?" he shakes his head. "A week," he has been taking sleeping pills for years now and he has build a tolerance for them and I am not comfortable upping his dosage. "Martin, you have to sleep," I plead with him. He is on the verge of a breakdown. "I want to but my mind won't shut off," I feel for him. "I understand. But if you're not getting better, then I will have to get you committed," I explain. He should have been committed long ago, but he is from an influential family and they are very critical of their image. "Give me more time," he says, his twitch getting worse. I don't want to be an addition to his stress, but I have to put my foot down. For his sake. "You have to stop
It's harder to go back to my life after all that has happened. I tell myself,I will have to go back eventually, and the sooner I do it the better. I just need to get through the first day, just today. I arrive at the office earlier than Christine. I look though my notes and all the cancelled appointments. Avan really fucked over so many people."Hey," I look up from my computer to see Christine standing by the door. "It's really you," she is both shocked and excited. "Of course, who else would it be?"I ask, standing and walking away from my desk. "I thought it was another patient trying to steal her file, or worse a wife of a patient," we hug. "No, just little old me," she remains holding my hands even after the hug. "Where have you been all this time?" she asks. "It's a really long story," I don't want to get into any of it now."How have you been?" I ask, shifting the attention to her. "I have been good, better than you at least," she gives me a sad look that I dismiss. "What's
After three days of being closely examined, the doctor finally signed the release form. Jade hasn't left my side. She wants to know more about Avan, but after seeing how reluctant I am to talk about him, she finally gave up. "Finally," she finishes packing my things and helping me up. "I can walk by myself," I take a couple of steps to prove it. "Okay," she says, laughing. At night when everyone is asleep I'd walk around the hospital, but I have never been outside my room at day time until today. It looks smaller, with people running around. "What are your plans now that you are free of that homicidal maniac?" she asks linking her arm with mine. "I just want to get back to work," I say, Christine crossing my mind. I wonder how she has been doing. "I think you should take some time off," she says throwing me a concerned look. "I can't sit in one place anymore. Plus I am ready," I give her a small reassuring smile. "I know this is weird, but I think you should see someone," she say
There is ringing in my ears and my head feels heavy which seems to be made worse by the lights. "She is awake," I hear a familiar voice before people are all over me. "Do you know who you are?" a doctor shining light into my eyes asks. "Stop that," I say, pushing the pen torch aside. "How are you feeling sweetie?" Jade asks, coming closer to me. "What happened?" they all look at each other. "What is the last thing you rememmber?" the doctor asks me. "I was getting away. Did I manage to escape?" I look around me. I did it, I managed to escape. "Yes honey, you made it out of the fire," Jade says, holding my hand, tears welling up in her eyes. "Fire, what fire?" I look around their confused faces. "Wait, what did you mean by escape?" the doctor asks, a look of concern taking over her face. I am hesitant to say anything, especially since it seems there are pieces of my memory missing. "I am tired, can I sleep?" I hope they would all go away. "Not yet," the doctor says. "Where are you
Avan's p.o.v. When I ran into that warehouse that day, I wasn't prepared for what I saw. Her hanged like that bleeding and crying. When she saw me she first thought I had come to save her, but that look disappeared pretty quickly. Then she came to the realization that maybe I had come to kill her. I could work with that. If she fears me, she is going to stay away. But when she fell into my hands and in stead of insulting me, hitting me she asked if I was okay that is when I knew even if I drove her far away from here she is still going to come back looking for me. It is when I decided if her fear was not enough to keep her away, I was going to make sure she hates me. Hates me enough to kill me. It has been three weeks since, and everything I have done since is to make her hate me. She still cries, and let me see her being weak. When she slapped me I thought she had started hating me, but then she reached out for my hand. No matter what I do or say to her, she just won't hate me.
"I need to shower," I tell the guard who brings in the food. They mostly avoid looking at me,and when they do all I see in their eyes is pity. I hate being pitied."I will tell the boss," he says and rushes out. He hasn't been gone long. Avan comes in with a grin. I need to shower but don't like it. How he watches me as I shower makes me feel weird. "I thought you would never ask," he walks to the washroom and start preparing the bath. I undress, forgetting I have no way to reach for a towel. I am about to start dressing again when he enters the room. "Are you trying to seduce me again," I give him a glare but he only laughs. He walks to me, towel in hand. "Let me wrap you nicely so you don't catch a cold," I lift my arms reluctantly. He then unlocks the chains on my legs. I haven't been on my feet for a while, my legs give out. "I've got you," he carries me to the bathroom. "How is the water?" he asks, after carefully putting me inside the tub. "It's good," he smiles before sit
I am wishing for that hotel room right about now. I am on my own in a cold prison cell with a metallic toilet and a hard bed if I can even call it that. I try to sleep but I can't. Other than the utter discomfort of the bed, I am anxious and nervous about this whole situation. I know Avan told me
"How are you holding up?" Avan looks so concerned. It makes my heart break a little. "I'm good given the circumstances. "Please tell me you didn't tell them anything," he says. "There's nothing to tell, I didn't do it," he reaches out and places his hand over mine. I move my hand away. I am afraid
I have been in the interrogation room for what feels like forever. Every thought that I could have, I have had. Still not a single thing about this whole thing makes sense to me. The door opens to reveal detective Kelly and Kerrick. "Hey, this is just protocol," detective Kelly says as they take t
I don't know how long I have been walking. It's still raining but I can't even feel it. My toes are numb from the cold and my hands are all bruised up from falling over and over again. All I can think about is, I need to get far way from the cabin, the further the better.The whole trail is unfamil







