The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter One Hundred Fourteen

Olivia Thorne

I'm back in Dr. Niquaial's clinic sitting in the waiting room with music in. I felt good, and I finally felt free from everything that had happened. There had been a dozen appointments in the past month, one every few days, and now I was going to my last one.

I intended to go in and have it and tell Dr. Niquaial that I was feeling good enough to not have the appointments anymore. I felt good and well past what had happened so moving on was the best option because it meant that there was no reason to continue the sessions.

I also was finally at ease with things that were going on the only difference is that a few weeks from now it was September meaning I'd be going to Thornbrook.

It was a persistent thought but it was really all I could think about besides actually doing all the prep for going. One such example was the uniforms that students technically were supposed to wear but the interesting thing was lost of students customized theirs by getting designers to make them.

I also looked into the various groups and clubs that were at Thornbrook so I knew maybe a few people to recognize. I also didn't want trouble so knowing who to avoid I'd say would be smart.

Drama was a no for this coming year I'd had enough because of Demetri. That was just what it was like and I couldn't do more.

Aren't you going to be going to a private school?

Ignoring my subconscious I looked up to see Dr. Niquaial walk out and look at me.

"Olivia" she says with a smile before I stood and walked over to her while putting my headphones back into a coil and dropping them into my clutch.

"How are you today?" she asks and I hum back the typical response of alright.

Silence was a bit more preferable compared to noise and I didn't really know how or when I began to enjoy the natural sounds around me over conversation but I did.

We then entered her office and I found my seat with my legs together and hands folded as a way of sophistication.

Dr. Niquaial then sat down in the chair opposite me.

After our initial session we'd been sitting across from one another with nothing separating the two of us. It was a trust thing psychologists did.

Neurology was linked to psychology after all.

"Well what's going on with you since our last session?" Dr. Niquaial asks crossing her legs and readying her clipboard.

"I've continued getting ready for my new semester at school, I've not talked to my friends as often in person; however we all have been talking on a group call more often so there is that bit that has been making the past few days good. I'm not stressed, more anxious but in a good way so I guess giddy" I reply and the woman in front of me nods as she wrote out my reply neatly in whatever format it was that psychologist's kept things organized using.

"And what about your past with Demetri?".

"Behind me as best as it can be, every day of not living in the nightmare, makes it more of a relief then a sparing. Every day is more precious because I don't live in fear anymore. I live to have freedom from the things that were taken to me and I earned to have back" I say noticing the slightly undermined determination in what I'd just say.

Something interesting that I had come across in the past few weeks was the artistic liberties of the image of Medusa. The collective symbol of SA survivors. The only difference is that I didn't want to see something and be reminded of the trauma on my skin as a tattoo. I wanted to be past it, and so many months of trying to get away from it only made it better for me. Should someone ever tell me they were getting it and that was the reason I'd support them too I just had a slightly diverged view on the entire topic of experiencing it.