Yes. I know.
Mitch was a bad boy and a player.
I know.
I gave an involuntary shiver before making my way out of the pitch. I didn’t need that mental picture in my head at all as I chugged down more coffee into my system. Everyone who had witnessed the impromptu match congratulated me again as I passed them to get to my bags. It seemed that they had forgotten about their hate towards me and about the incident that had happened a year ago. It was so weird sometimes, people actually smiling at my way instead of the usual scowl that I had received less than a year ago. Everything drastically and dramatically changed when I was voted Captain and won some championship for the school.
So dramatic really.
…
Twenty minutes later, I was seated in the waiting room of my psychiatrist’s clinic. I had left my bag and my shoe bag in Jase’s car as he had fetched me just now so I just sat there bored out of my mind. The only thing that was occupying me was my phone but I grew bored after that.
I ran a hand through my hair as I waited for the girl who came in earlier to get out of the office so I can go through this bullshit as painless as possible. Before I had reached here, I made Jase stop by a coffee shop so that I can top-up my tumbler. So now I was seated in the frigid air with a tumbler filled with warm coffee.
That was the only thing keeping me warm.
I was still wearing the same sweatpants and the black tank top earlier on. I had changed shoes and wore my high-top sneakers. To anyone who passes by this room, I might look like some hip-hop dancer. I gazed at myself at the nearest mirror that I can see. True, I look like a dancer. With my lithe frame and the way I hold my body.
There’s something powerful and confident with the way I held myself.
If I compared with myself now and two years ago, I would say that I am more confident and more level-headed than I had been before. I wasn’t so outgoing, I wasn’t so happy and I wasn’t even that confident. I used to hate myself, I used to hate everything about me and I have a small self-esteem.
I think thanks to my friends, thanks to my psychiatrist-Emily and thanks to my own will, I grew stronger in mind and body. Heck, I wasn’t even fully healed yet but I was getting there sooner or later. It’s just that I still need plenty of time to adjust to the normalcy of my life. There is still the fear and the paranoia that was brewing inside me.
I can never stem those from controlling my movements or my thoughts. I can never stop fretting over things. I can never stop worrying and flinching whenever anyone wants to touch me. I can never stop dreaming about those beatings that I had suffered throughout my life. It’s not that simple. I can’t just snap my fingers and wish that everything was okay. I wish I could but it was impossible.
I sighed.
But I was getting there. I didn’t flinch nor push away whenever the boys sling their arm over me or when Mitch gives me his usual hugs and kisses. I was getting better, I didn’t have that fear anymore and I didn’t have that repulsion to my own self. I do have my own breakdowns every now and then but I think I’m better than I had been years ago.
I felt better. I felt stronger.
About ten minutes of mindless thinking, I saw the previous girl leave the room. I didn’t spare her a glance because I knew she’d be glaring at everyone else she sees. That was her way of protecting herself. She’d put up a fake front so that no one would break down that shield. She’s the usual punk-goth kind of girl and that was just part of her bravado. She’s like everyone else, easy-going and happy but only a certain amount of people are able to see that side of her.
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Of Pain | COMPLETED
RomansaAllison Griffiths struggles through her life-being the Captain of the softball team, keeping her pretense amongst friends and just wishing that her family is not broken. Her days are full with dramas and fights while her nights are haunted with the...
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