Heart started to beat twice as fast as I write down the emotions of hell that I adored. Doing those years of pain, suffering, and Hell that I described before.
The therapist started at Malia as she started to stare at the blank page. Don't know what else to write, say or do but the only option... Malia paused as she rocked back and forth on the Ethan Ellan couch, removing her blond hair behind her ear. Don't know if it is a dream, or imagination, or anything.
Where did you wake up this morning? Asked the therapist. Clicking the pen about to write whatever the patient would say to have a clear understanding or to report. And that was the scary thing. The illegal thing she was doing for Cray's parents, and giving her husband up to another woman and then waking up in a pool, trangled but luckily she survived that tradgey and didn't want to give it another thought. As cool as Malia was, she was about to blow. Whatever was happening to Cray, good or bad. He was deserving it. All she could know was that Cray could be having buttnaked sex with a young woman that is pretty with blond hair just like he did with her when they first met. Who knows, or whatever. That was the feeling she was having, being still in his arms, being pounded by him, loved, kissed on, bitten on lust fully. Malia body started to shimmer, breathing heavily, moaning silently as she was tugging on her dress a little bit, so she wouldn't be noticed. While the therapist was staring at her paperwork. Malia places her hands under her dress, moving her hands up and down her wide, closed off pussy as she moans silently. Once the therapist looked back up, and then gave a fake smile and then glanced gracefully at the security camera.
Malia felt no shame but she was feeling the effects of the sparkles of the organism that she was having but kept focused as the therapist leaned forward, staring at Malia up and down.
Mrs. Malia I need you to focus. When your sleeping at night, what do feel? what do you see? What do you hear? Now, pretend your sleep! I want you to go into your mind, and face your demon, the dark side of you that wants to come out but doesn't cause of the self-control that you have from doing it. What would it look like if you would have killed him in your mind, killed him silently without him knowing, without him feeling the effect of that bullet, and without you being behind closed bars. What does that look like? Asked the therapist.
Elevator door opens, a young man with gelled laid back hair with curly side bangs gelled to the side of his forehead, black suit and a bow tie, cold eyes, and cigarette on the side of mouth, holding a lighter to tip of it. Holding his puffs and then exhaling them as he stood still in the middle of the elevator. Gazing a woman with a 90's dress and long pipe. Holding a gun in the air and swinging around.
Malia opened her eyes as soon as she saw it clearly. Someone is going to die but not by her. What do you feel? What did you see?
Malia sighed, Shrugging her shoulders before she answered. Breathing heavily. Heart started to pound twice as heavy. Her eyes shut without even trying. All she could think about is the flashbacks about being in the pool, about tangled to death by the man she thought that loved her but eventually it was eyes closed openly.