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d it out of the bag. The bag was meant for things I no longer

the surface of the MacBook and too

again, memories came fl

my life. My college project, my research, information about all my previous pat

be okay" I alw

o push through it, all you have

ment, most times determined

yllabic answers he gave all my questions and nodding in affirm

what could have scarred a thirteen year old

pful ever came out of those meetings. The woman neither knew nor unde

." He had finally spoken up on

elf on my seat, my sweaty palms drawing the hem of my white

in a dead, but sti

forty minutes, two times a week." He contin

lly wants you to be okay." I replied, smiling as I stretche

ything, I wanted him to open up to me.

ll my five fingers before it traveled up to my

eks after the incident for me t

phone that night. I could remember losing appetite

t again, I can do that for free. All we have to do

nderstand."

ie is

t it down, but could not. Panic, anger and confusion se

committe

t right."

was going to be okay, I promi

s to the floor. I went down r

y eyelids to my c

, cleared my work space and threw everythi

There was nothing I could have done differently. There was not a stone I

abbed my eyes with

e me. I put it on and cleared my

out a mint flavored chewing gum, unw

ays helped to calm my nerves down

I would be slow to do anything for someone who had aban

a psychologist aft

hing for me. I wanted to be able to help people, I needed to be there for people. It was the only way I could redeem myself. Every day, I

back my t

to her silence, for not seeing through her opaque self. Maybe if I tried hard enough

led my mother once again. Knowing that we had lost him to s

space, time to clear m

out after the home page of

ng and exhaling. I had learnt the importance of breathing exercises in

files. I logged in to my LinkedIn and Twitt

rmer and made a short post announcing my comeb

ty from the land of the lost" the tweet re

atients adored me for. It was a trait I involuntarily possessed. It was a habit that ha

dropped at the sight of the digital clock that rested at the top of m

l be back to you." I sa

vibrate in the back po

anyone be

it was. The number was not saved in my phone, could

, ever ready to yell at my sister, but the voice at the o

heodore?" The mal

, and who

io Alv

all shades

ily. I had asked them for a therapist and they mentio

e in with a faint

pro

records off the int

e job to your email account, the one linked

replied

from you soon,

st migh

call me

rig

ent dead i

falling back to my bed to

a second chance, one I