Walking into the home of the McDows felt odd and empty. The tension that rooted within the walls of this house was the only thing keeping it standing. The cold crept against my skin like ice against glass. When Mr. and Mrs.McDow called for my help with their daughter,I didn't think I'd be left regretting my decision upon entering their home. Dr. Eliot Maycomb, Highly Skilled & Educated Therapist. I came into the houses of troubled families and fixed their problems.They always had money, lots of it, but that didn't mean much to me. I worked with all types of people,rarely teens, but this case in particular struck me. The McDows didn't really explain their daughter's situation to me thoroughly,but I do know she's become completely mute. I believe she suffers from severe depression. Therefore, I asked them not to give me her name because of the fact that patients felt more in control when they were the ones providing information about themselves.I can see some bumps that may occur with this, but I'm not one to give up until progress has been made. After all nothing's impossible,or at least that's what I like to hope for while working in this profession of mine. The McDows told me to let myself in while we spoke on the phone which seemed off until I realized they had already set out for the airport. They were off on a two month business trip,and normally I would've declined this but they were desperate for my help it seemed. I took this time to soak in the house. Everything seemed normal and almost too perfect. Even the weary old maid who had led me through this maze of a house had an essence of perfection.The wooden floorboards creaked under my feet as I walked through the living room. A variety of furniture coated the floors and walls, but seemed to go together so perfectly it left me feeling like an outcast. The dining room and kitchen held the same pattern of varied appliances,chairs,and furniture. It was just how I'd pictured it.
After touring the lower half of the house, I found myself at the glossy wooden steps leading towards the top of the house. Once arriving at the top of the steps I came to a halt. The sweet melody of a song I once knew so well floated across. The gentle sound of music put a smile on my face as I sauntered around the narrow hallway. There were about ten doors evenly placed across from one another, so I walked tentatively until I reached door number nine. The music was so close now, so majestic and brilliantly played. I couldn't help myself as I cracked open the door.
She sat there unknowing of the fact that I had spotted her in a vulnerable position. Her body was relaxed and calm....at peace. I couldn't see her face but it was evident that she was in tune with her thoughts. I knew I should've just stepped away, backed into the dim and dull hallway, but I was mesmerized by the sound of it all.It was all so coincidental.
This song. The moment felt surreal. It reminded me of a time just before tragedy had struck.
She continued playing unaware and I continued watching from afar. I wanted to see how she got through her days when she felt as if no one was watching. I took into detail her stance, energy, and emotion as she played, hoping to receive some insight.
Clearing my breath her fingers halted, but she wasn't frightened and remained with her back turned towards me.
"I'm sorry to interrupt I just heard your music downstairs and well..it's very beautiful."
The room remained quiet, but that was expected.
Rolling up my sleeves I spoke again taking a step.
"My name's Dr. Maycomb. I'll be staying here for awhile. I'm sure you—" I cut my sentence short in a state of shock.
I watch as she rises from her bench,her fragile frame walking past me and out the door.
My throat felt dry and I couldn't fathom a reason why I felt so nervous. As she entered another room, her honey brown eyes caught mine. My breath hitches in my throat, and time seems to slow itself down. Within seconds my mind is a whirlwind.
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Artificial Love
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