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rawing paper. My eyes were devoid of any sleep, my concentration remained steady while I drew my morning away. Makayla's case forced me to unravel my talent for imaginative drawing as I struggled to

I pushed the clock standing on my drawing table close to my hand, to the floor, shattering it to pieces. "Son of a gun!" My palpitations set in again. My mom always got me those clocks and placed them on my drawing table on purpose knowing th

ked to my mirror and behold! The giant shadows under my eyes were darker than ever; don't even get me started on the puffiness. Scratch that, I had conceale

e kit

"I was about bringing your drugs to you. What would

t her rambling short. 'S

sighed briefly, walking out of her sig

always, they had zero effect. Apparently, she had paused to take a closer look wh

sigh from her chest movement before turning around to me. 'Stop looking at me like that.' I scorned the pitiful look my mom always wo

mic mug forcefully. 'Not again.' I let out a deep sigh of annoy

later, I felt her han

etting hold of my left forearm, she tu

ld wearing the pitiful look tha

ndous sessions do I need to go through before you and dad finally understand how useless

tly, her face was washed over with empathy. "Let us

just words. It's been a month already, and nothing's changed! "Don't you get it??!!" I voiced. "These people are not helping matters,

to normal," she recited anxiously. I could tell the burning yearn for my cooperation from

d with emphasis on the last 'father.' My father who was literally ready to buy me a new life

ost in tears. "I need my child back. I need my once warm and happy child back." Emotional blackmail! That's the trick that landed me on the chair opposite the so called therapists most

if nothing

w it!" I muttered under my

traight to

to confirm and so I did. Voila! I caught sight of a silky haired woman looking out the window. Following the trail of her really long hair all the way dow

ead to the wall clock to check the time. It was past 9 already. 'Has she been waiting longer than I t

a colder voice as she turned around

rsened; I could feel a rush of adrenaline charging through my veins; my neck felt heavy like it couldn't stand the blood pressure anymore; my breathing rhythm changed instantly; it was damn hard

alm heels to support my temples the moment my terrible headaches set in. It felt as if my whole world was spinning in a fury. My heart and brain

my petite touch compared to the gigantic shelf showed an effect. It fell to the other side pushing the other shelf beside it, until the third and final shelf – which was