"Hey, Melissa. I'm sorry to show up so unexpectedly, I just thought we should talk a little considering-" Jim said with a hint of sympathy painted over the false act of so-called kindness.
I didn't even bother responding to him, I just darted back downstairs and into my friend's apartment.
I opened her door and I started crying hysterically...
Everything after that is just a blurr.
"Good job Melissa, the nightmares seem to be getting worse from what I've been hearing? Have you been taking the medication I've prescribed to you?" Spoke Mr. Harrison.
I lifted my head up and stopped staring at the floor. Brushing the hair from out of my eyes I mumbled,
"No.. sir.."
"I'm sorry, Melissa? Come again?"
He said slightly concerned.
I cleared my throat, "No, Mr. Harrison; I haven't been taking my medication."
"Well, maybe that's why the nightmares about you, Jim, and Jane are becoming worse and more-" he cleared his throat. "Horrific."
The last word he said a bit quietly. Not too low in tone, but just enough to where you could tell he wasn't happy about it.
All I did in response to the last statement was lower my head and stare at the floor again.
"Well, I think that wraps up this session..." Mr. Harrison said whilst looking at the red clock above the door that led out of the office.
"But, one more thing." He murmured.
I nodded my head.
"I was in your dream, and for some reason *I* was the person you were, threatened, to be sent to. Do you not like our therapy sessions? Is there anything I could do to possibly fix your image of me?"
I slowly lifted my head back up and told him, "I don't wish to be here.. I'd rather be home reading my books instead of talking to a stranger about my nightmares and being given 'anti-depressants' because you think medication will fix my problems!" I paused. "Does that answer your question?! *Mr. Harrison*!"
"Very well then, our session is over for today. Should I expect you back tomorrow, same time?" He said while writing down what I had told him; so I presumed.
"I don't plan on being back, nor do I plan on keeping my shit medication!" I raised my voice.
"No need to get loud miss Farley, now I believe our session has been over for quite some time, I think it's best if you head back home."
"With. Pleasure." I stomped out of the room.
I could feel the nurses staring at me, which made me even more angry than I already was.. In fact, on the way out of the building I turned around and looked at one of the staff members and yelled "what are you looking at?!"
I am so done with bullshit, these nightmares are killing me! I keep telling myself that it's just normal relationship anxiety, and too much stress. But some part of me knows that isn't true.
It's something more; I just choose to push that thought out of the way.
I exited the building and looked around for a red car, Jim's car, actually.
I looked and looked but I couldn't find it, so I just decided to wait no longer and walk home.
It was around 8:00 PM and it's the summer so it was pretty dark out. While I was walking I took a glance at a shady ass guy who seemed to have a staring problem.
"Damn girl, aren't you just one fine bitch!" He analized me while saying his vulgar sentence.
"Fuck off you fucking prick!"
"Awe, c'mon baby girl, don't talk to papi like that." The man bit his lip and started walking towards me.
"Get the fuck away from me you fucking creep!" I backed up a few steps.
"It's okay doll face," he caught up to me. "I'll make it worth your while."
He grabbed my ass and pulled me to his body. He smelled like some guy you'd find in a bar and I hated it. He was taller than me and was a smaller guy. I quickly screamed for help but before I could get past the word "help" he kissed me!
I pushed him away with everything in me and punched him square in his already fucked up nose.
He stumbled back and yelled, "now you've really done it you fucking cunt!"
He ran up to me and grabbed my arm, slamming me to the concrete. Before I could try to get away He started kicking me in the stomach. I was on the ground, blood coming from my mouth and what felt like every rib in my body being shattered.
Everything went blurry and a felt him pick me up, but I was quickly thrown back onto the concrete..
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND YOU FUCKING FREAK!" Jim ran up to me and looked at my broken body..
"YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD! YOU HEAR ME! DEAD!" Jim screamed at the man who disappeared seamlessly into the matte night.
Jim lifted me up while tears poured from his eyes. All he could say was that he was sorry, but everything was muffled and my vision was blurred.
I felt him load me into his car with care. He buckled me in and even grabbed the emergency blanket from the trunk so I wouldn't freeze.
A few minutes passed and I looked over at Jim, who was driving fast and shakily.
I mananged to build up enough voice in me to whisper in a raspy voice, and all I could bring myself to say was, "baby.."
"You're awake! Thank God! I'm so sorry Melissa, I was stuck doing shit around the house and now it's my fault you're like this.." he put his fist to his mouth and started to sob even louder. "It's my fault because I wasn't here for you when you needed me.."
"It's okay, Jimmy. I love you.."
"I love you too Melissa, so much.. I'm so sorry."
We finally pulled up to the hospitle and we went straight to emergency. Jim quickly got out of the car, unbuckled me and rushed me inside. Once we made it through the doors Jim yelled for someone to help.
One of the nurses swiftly took me to a room to get my blood pressure, heart rate, date of birth, weight, and so forth..
I was then rolled away in a wheel chair and when I looked back one of the doctors were keeping Jim, my Jim away from me.
I couldn't do anything but cry and panic.
I felt so useless, in a wheel chair unable to move because I was beat half to death by some skinny mother fucker.
When the nurse took me around the corner I heard someone sprinting towards us.
It was Jim. He had caught up to me and planted a kiss on my lips. When he had to wak away he curled my hand around an object he gave me.
I looked at him and then directed my attention at the nurse who didn't know what to say or do.
I opened my hand and what I saw made me cry even harder because I couldn't believe what I saw...
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