Annabelle Lee

My mother decided to send me to get help with a therapist this year because of my night terrors I was experience they were pretty intense to say the least. I was heading into my second year of college and I guess they thought I had grown out of it. I had been to this expert and that expert and none of them offered me any relief but this time it this person was my "last straw". Oh well I suppose my parents got tired of hearing me talking about the horrid monsters that I would see in my sleep at night and my fear of being buried alive.

"Annabelle Lee Shorts!" I looked up at her slightly surprised.

"What?" I exhaled from both surprise and tiredness.

"We will be going shopping for new clothes after your sessions with Dr. Xavier." She smiled. "Dear you need to pay more attention."

"Um... yeah I guess so and sounds fun I guess."

"Honey it'll be great we can have some mother daughter time."

My mother though she was a lovely women was under the illusion that we had the same taste in fashion and constantly wanted me to stop wearing band t shirts and converse and to adapt a more "Lady like look" such as big bright dresses and high heels but I never cared for things like that. I never was a dress person I did however wear dresses a few times when I was younger and a couple times in the present day but I always wore things under them.

"Maybe this therapist will be young and handsome." She giggled and smiled back at me.

"Mmm hmm." I smiled and nodded then put my ear buds back in.

"Oh come on honey I was just kidding."

"Yeah I know mom."

Only thing is my mother was only half kidding. She actually wanted me to marry a handsome and rich doctor man and have like three kids. I don't like the idea of it to be honest. I never was a Disney princess kind of girl. I don't care for the idea of marriage especially now. My mother and father were divorced and it kind of aggravated me a bit why get with someone if they're just gonna leave anyway? Not to mention I was more focused on studying and things of that nature.

A few moments of silence and my mom pulled up to Dr. Xavier's office. I wasn't excited to meet the man the least this was mostly due to the fact that I didn't want to share any of my personal life with a complete stranger and I don't want to explain my weird dreams or the fact that I had mentioned hearing voices. My mother of course was only trying to help me not hurt me so she figured therapy was the best option.

She got out of the car and came to my door and slowly opened it helping me out. My mother was a very sweet and caring woman. She walked next to me and looked over at me occasionally smiling as I looked at her too.

"You're gonna be fine Annie." She grinned as she spoke.

"I don't know... I don't feel like sharing about myself. I don't want to talk to a stranger." I shrugged.

"I know honey but trust me it will be just fine! He only wants to help you just talk about whatever you want. It honestly wouldn't hurt me to talk to someone as well. I know the divorce has been hard on you baby, and maybe this will help you. I hope so."

"I do too mom."

We both started to the door and she opened the door for me letting me in the building first. There was a small woman at a desk writing down things on a clipboard. She looked up at us and smiled as she stopped writing.

"Hello how may I help you both?" She moved her bangs out of her eyes.

My mother lead the way and approached the woman to talk.