"Ann Maylin? Is there an Ann Maylin here?"
Crap. That's me.
Steven looked at me then stood up and pointed to me making it known that I was the "famous" Ann Maylin they were looking for.
He sat back down and winked at me. He knew exactly what he was doing. I stood up and made my way to my usual room with my usual therapist. "Ann! How are you!" Ugh. Clara. I never liked her since I overheard her talking trash about me. She acts like she is concerned and like she cares. But I know she doesn't. Not after that. "Yeah. Fine." I answer. She looks uncomfortable, I mean why wouldnt she be. She gets paid to listen to a strngers problems every day. I sit on my usual chair and wait for her to continue. "So... Uh... How have the dreams been recently?" She always starts with this question. "Fine. If I'm not wrong I'm almost 100% sure I told you they stopped like..... Hm.... Maybe 5 years ago?" I responded, not making an effort to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. She puts a pained expression on as if to tell me she understands what I went through. But she doesn't. If they haven't been through it, how can they think they understand? How can they understand losing both of yournparents and your brother from that young? And How can they understand that you know it was your fault. The thing is.. They don't.
You're curious, huh. It happened when I was 9. I threw a tantrum for a stupid reason I don't even remember anymore. Then I ran away. I ran to the bus stop, stupidly hoping to hop on the next bus. Emphasis on stupidly. My parents and brother, worried sick, got in the car and drove around calling my name and looking for me. The came to the hill where the bus stop was on. Little did they know, their brakes were broken. They sped down the hill pushing the brakes as hard as they could... Then, boom, they crashed into the bus. I was told my mom and dad died instantly. My brother on the other hand, wa rushed to the E.R. I even talked to him. Saying the usual crap any 9 year old would've said. I apologized and asked him not to leave me. But he did. And I was left alone. Well, almost. I still had Steven and his mom. But it wasn't the same. Of course it wasn't.
"Ann!"
I quickly snappe out of it and returned the the present in this horrid room with this horrid person.
"Goodness Ann! I've been calling you for a good 5 minutes!"
My head rang and the yelling certainly was not helping or worth it.
"Yeah. Ok. I'm not doing this today. See you next week when Steven forces me to come again." I said before slamming the door shut. Once I saw Steven a oang of guilt swept over me.
".. Again..?" He said concerned.
".. Yeah." I stared at my feet hoping he wouldnt ask anymore questions.
Seems like he got the hint. "Come on, let's get some pizza, with tomato, right?"
Yeah. Steven's cool. He knows me.
"Yeah, with tomato." I said, yet I couldn't get over this uneash feeling of being watched. I looked around and made sure to examine my surroundings but no one eas watching me. "You okay?" Steven asked.
"Uh... Yeah. Yeah, I'm great." I said as I ran to catch up. I mean, how would I have known how wrong I had been.