Do you honestly think people have the ability to forget? ...... The sad thing about remembering is you never forget. "So tell me again about the fights and the arena," the woman said, whom you could easily suspect as a headmistress of some high class dormitory. She wasn't though, she's a psychiatrist- my shrink. I leaned back on the sofa, fixing myself. The place screams homey, from the pictures of flowers on the wall to the little angel figurines in the small cabinet at the corner, even the smell of vanilla potpourri made me want to lie down and sleep. But I acted against it, instead I focused my eyes to the clock on the wall in front of me. Tick tock tick tock it kept saying; an hour and the session would be done, no more again for it was my last day. The total of thirty session would finally be finish, no more traumatizing stories aabout that place.
Last Updated : 2020-05-31
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