Present
“Hey dad how is it going ?” I greet him on the phone.
“Hey Rose everything is good. How are you doing sweetie?”
“I still remember nothing” well that’s a lie & we both know it, but what did I really remember ?
A featureless guy who gave me a necklace ? Not really helpful.
“it’s ok honey just give it sometime & then you will be out of there in no time”
“How much time dad ? I’m suffocating in here. I’m not myself & don’t wanna talk to anyone. I’m frustrated at myself” in other words, I have become a jerk.
I lower my voice when I realise that the receptionist is staring at me. oh forget to tell you that we aren’t allowed to have cell phones in here nor a Wi-Fi access otherwise I would have freaking Facebook stalked my Ex & got over with it.
“Sweetheart I know you feel somehow trapped not physically, but mentally because of what you don’t remember, but it’s not your fault. You are” he pauses
“just be patient Rose. You know that sending you here was the hardest thing I had ever done, right ? if it was up to me I would have never sent you, but you need this & I need this even if it doesn’t make any sense now”
“I’m sorry dad” I know it was hard for him to send me here. we never separated before this, I didn’t even get the chance to move out for college.
“I just miss you & Tom. Love you dad”
“Love you too sweetie, but promise me something before you go”
“Anything dad”
“Never apologise to me. You didn’t do anything wrong, you understand that Rose?”
“I do” I lie “bye dad”
God I wish I knew.
I wish I understood.
I wish I remember.
But who am I kidding I DID remember something.
No matter how trivial it was, a silly romantic scene almost too good to be true, but it meant something to me.
It’s personal & I’m gonna keep it that way.
I am heading to doctor Paige’s office for our session when I hear
“good morning” I turn around and see Monty beaming as if looking excited, but for what ? I have no idea.
He is kinda weird & his name couldn’t get any weirder so I like him.
I guess.
I just nod slightly in response & continue on my way, but surprise!
He is following me.
“So what are you up to?” he asks cheerfully moving backward in front of me so he could face me.
“I’m going rock-climbing”
“Really?” he asks horrified
“Of course not Sherlock I’m meeting with my therapist”
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The Girl With Hallucinations
Teen FictionRosie Um, you know what ? Let's not call her that. Rose Much better thank you Has PTSD Yes you read that right. Post traumatic stress disorder. Following a major breakdown her father is forced to send her to 'The Estalida Facility' Cause it's time. ...
