Hey Charlotte, aren't you going to speak to me?
Says her Therapist, while Charlotte is in her world fidgeting with her fingers.
Are you listening to me?
He asks her, but still no response, only the sound of her fingernails going
Click
clack
Click
clack
Click
clack
As if mimicking the sound of the clock on the far end wall, Her eyes, were filled with so many things, but also nothing.
Her eyes are kindly fierce and impious but also ironically innocent, they look so staggeringly pale as if made from frost itself,
However, also so warm as if they could protect you from any and every deadly blizzard.
She looks at him, not blinking, not saying anything because she knows her stare spoke louder than she ever could.
He then sighs, saying, I guess we're done for today, don't forget to come back next week on Monday for your next appointment.
Without saying a word, she picks up her bag, then walks out, closing the door behind her.
She's now walking out of her Therapist's office she got into the elevator pressing on the button that leads her to the main floor.
she gets out, but then suddenly she feels a burst of pain through her skull she screams but no one in the entire lobby even spared her a glance, then with each step, she took less she felt her legs walking on the marble floor as if she's levitating above the ground.
But strangely, she isn't even a bit
moved
Freaked out
Nor agitated by the situation, Even though she feels her brain beating against her skull as fast as her heart is beating against her rib cage.
Every person in the room started fading into thin air, some exploding into pools of colorful blood and organs some just burst into sand, and every object in the room started floating first the little lamp on the small sand next to the couch and then the couch itself.
She looked at everything taking place now with pure joy; before long, she started jumping up and down.
From the chairs to the counter, And then from wall to wall, she kept leaping so high to the point where when she reaches the ceiling, she has to put her arms up so she didn't fracture her scalp, her coyly brown hair bouncing in sync with her every move.
Her giggles and squeals filled the area. If anybody was there to see this occurrence, they'd probably go mad because of her excessive squeals.
However, then suddenly, in a blink of an eye, everything went back to the way it was as if nothing happened.
The only thing that changed was the expression on Charlotte's face.
Instead of the blank expression she had on her face a while ago, she had a slightly unsettling one with curves on each side of her lips.
charlotte's now walking down the street with the same simper she left the therapist's office with.
Everything looks normal, as that's what any person would think if they ever happen to walk past her.