Chapter 1 Aria
I'm asleep in my bed covered up in my blankets. I can hear footsteps stomping towards my room as im covering myself more with the blankets to be as small as possible.
As the footsteps get closer I try to brace myself for what happens next. My door slams open and all I see is a tall shady figure standing over my bed. He has a belt in one hand and as it's coming down. I open my eyes.
I wake up and realize it was just a dream, a dream that I have every single night. Not as bad as they usually were though. I walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I'm greeted by my dog Max. I found Max on the side of the road, he was skin and bones and hadn't eaten for weeks.
I check the time and it was only 4 am. Today is Sunday so I dont have classes but I know I won't be able to go back to sleep. I decide to get ready and go take Max to the beach with me.
I'm reading a book for class as Max is running around, trying to chase the waves. As the sun starts to come up. He starts to get tired and lays next to me. I get distracted watching the birds on the beach look for food.
I almost didn't notice my phone going off. And just like that the peaceful moment was gone. I should have turned my phone off or left it in my car.
The caller ID said Pamela Killen. I answer it reluctantly.
"Hello," I said.
"Well, someone is in a bad mood this morning. How you doin? You never came into are last session, so I was wondering if you're coming in today."
I sigh and as much as I don't want to come in, I know I should.
"Sorry, im just tired, but I'm doing alright. I'll come in today. I've just been so busy these last few weeks."
"OK sweetie, I have a spot opened for you at 2pm is that good?"
"Yes ma'am that's good, thank you."
She told me no problem and we said our goodbyes and see you later. I didn't have a problem seeing Pamela, it was just I still have a hard time talking about stuff. I got a female therapist when I moved to Massachusetts, I really didn't trust any guys. The only guy I could trust is my dog Max.
I also know the effects of pretending nothing is wrong. Which has led me to hospitals because of suicidal attempts. Not that anyone cared in my life at the time.
