Another day of treatment. They were becoming repetitive. But, if I forced myself, they were almost bearable, and it meant I got to spend at least a little time with Kaia. I got to see her smile. See the way her eyes lit up as she laughed... Feel the way my heart warmed if I was blessed with a giggle... or a little sideways glance through her long lashes...
And, it meant I was moving toward my end goal of leaving this place quicker. I requested additional sessions each day, shocking the therapists, but they didn’t see my plan. If I had the additional sessions, it made it more likely they would see me as completing their bullshit programme sooner, and allow me to leave earlier. Completing the programme earlier had become my main goal. My second goal had become making Kaia mine, one way or another.
