~Emily's POV
"Ava, stop it!" I screamed and she walked out on me.
Is she right? Am I really running mad?
I closed my eyes, trying to step away from this world for a while. It was the first time that I felt like I needed a break from everything.
I need a break from all of this troubles.
I need a breath from having to worry.
I need a break from even the stress of having to breathe.
I went into the bathroom and without taking off my clothes, I turned on the shower, letting the water run through my body. The blood and dirt on my body flowed away with the water.
I finally felt the need to pull off my clothes and take a proper bath. I washed my washed my hair and every corner of my body before stepping out. For the first time in a while, I smelt nice to myself.
Maybe Ava is right, and maybe I really need help.
I wore a black dress and a cap and pair of slippers before heading out.
I got into my car, and off I went to see a therapist.
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"Miss Emily!" The attendant yelled.
I raised my head and there was no one next to me.
"I'm sorry," I mouthed and she glared at me from my head all the way down to my toes. "You really need therapy," she spat at me.
I don't blame her.
I blame myself and my daughter who called me a lunatic.
I walked into the therapist office and the place was quite…bright.
There were lights coming in from every angle and I could barely even see. I hated the smell of bananas but the place had this soft banana smell.
Isn't there something I like about this place?
"Please sit," the therapist said with a warm smile.
I pulled a chair and at one corner of the office, there was this woman who stood there. She barely had hair on her eyes. Her eyes and face were swollen and for some reason, her eyes were fixed on me. I swallowed and looked away.
I only came for the therapy.
"I…." I said, but before I could finish, the therapist cut in.
"You don't have to say anything, Emily, I already know why you're here," she said.
I shook my head. "You can't possibly know why I'm here. Can I at least explain myself?" I requested, but the smile on her face suddenly faded away like it never existed.
"I told you. There is no need for you to say anything because I already know why you're here," she repeated.
I cleared my throat.
"Emily," she called my name. She dragged every letter and the way she glared at me sent chills down my spine.
"Yes," I answered.
My heart was beginning to race and my hands were sweaty.
"You came here because you're seeing things, right?" She asked with a smile. That weird look was gone.
Truly, she knows.
"Yes," I answered with a nod.
"But is that really why you're here?" She asked me.
What's all of this …..she just told me why I'm here and now she's asking me if that's why I'm here?
I started wondering if truly that was how therapies work.
Silly questions and creepy glares with a weirdo standing at a corner.
"You're here because you can't handle the guilt of killing David, isn't it?" She asked me and my heart hit my chest.
How did she know?
I didn't tell anyone and I can bet my life that Ava didn't.
I got off the chair and I stepped back with my heart pounding hard against my chest.
"What…. what's the meaning of this?" I asked, my voice was trembling.
How the hell did she know?
She smiled, then she opened her drawer and she brought out a knife.
This isn't right.
I ran towards the door and I kept trying to open it, but it just wouldn't open. I kept pushing and pulling but it wouldn't open.
"Ahhh!" I screamed as I sobbed, desperately to open the door.
I looked back and the weird woman from the other time was laying on the ground.
"Emily!" The therapist called out to me. I was looking directly into her eyes and her eyes went, completely white.
It looked familiar.
This isn't supposed to be happening.
My legs were trembling and my heart raced. I was covered in sweat and my body froze.
"How about I give you a little reminder of what you did to David?" The therapist asked. Her voice echoed and it resounded in my head several times.
She sat over the woman and she kept stabbing her. She stabbed her stomach continually. The blood splashed all over the place and the images of what I did to David replayed in my head.
The woman's screams were loud.
She kept screaming, but instead of the therapist's, she called my name.
"Emily!" She screamed.
It was exactly the same way I stabbed him. She moved from his body to his eyes. She smashed his eyes and with her face filled with blood, she looked at me.
"Remember?" She asked. She smiled and she suddenly became faceless. She didn't have a nose or mouth or eyes. It was just there, plain.
My eyes were wide open and I couldn't move an inch. Her hands grew longer and so did her legs. Her skin suddenly became moldy and bloody. She looked exactly like Sam when she was being burnt.
I screamed. "Help me!" I kept screaming and begging for help but no one came to my aid.
It crawled towards me and it's whole face turned into a mouth. It was wide open, revealing it's blood stained set of sharp and long teeth.
I pulled the door one more time and it finally opened. With my heart racing and my whole body trembling, I ran out of the office. I ran out of the place without looking back.
I got back into my car and I couldn't control the teats that rolled out of my eyes. "Ahhhhh!" I screamed.
"Ahhh!" I screamed again, crying and wailing, then my phone rang, and it was…. "Daniel" the dead exorcist.