"Bianca, darling, you ready yet?"

"Yep, coming down right now."

I leap down the last step, tucking my hands into my jeans pocket. Caitlin is standing in the hallway, swinging a red purse onto her shoulder. Smiling at me, she walks to the front door, which is open, letting in a light breeze. I follow her, staying a few paces behind. She walks down the pavement, stepping out onto the stone pathway present beyond. She turns to right, and I hurriedly catch up. The sun is murderously hot, but, thankfully, the light breeze counteracts it. 

The doctor's place is not far from the house, which is why Caitlin decided not to bother taking out the car. It's a small, white, insignificant building. The inside is a typical waiting room; tables filled with magazines, and benches lining the walls. While Caitlin talks to the receptionist, I make myself comfortable on the benches. Caitlin comes back to inform me that Dr. Jennifer would see me right away. 

The doctor's room is like every other I've seen; posters of complicated doctor-y stuff adorn the walls, a table and chair, and one of those lean back doctor's bed (I never had learned the name of it). 

Dr. Jennifer herself is a pleasant looking, perky blond woman. She smiles at me, a sunny smile, and I instinctively smile back. She gestures for me to take a seat, and I slide into a chair.
"So, Bianca, you do know that you are here for your therapy session?"
I nod, trying my best to maintain my smile, and failing miserably. I am not 'disturbed', as Caitlin so diplomatically had said to me last night. I have no use for therapy sessions.
But, like every other time, I was forced to nod and agree.
Dr. Jennifer tells me lie on the 'bed'. I do so, and she performs a simple check up on me. After she's done, she smiles at me, and informs Caitlin that I'm fine.
Fine? I almost scoff aloud. Externally, maybe, but what about how I feel? How I'm coping? Am I fine in that way? I feel a sudden urge to wipe that stupid smile off her face, and introduce her to the sorrow caged up inside me.
But I don't. I just nod and thank her.
Why?
Maybe because it's easier to fake a smile than present your true misery.
Dr. Jennifer asks me if I have any queries, and I do.
"Why does everything feel so...so magnified?"
Dr. Jennifer nods, and pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts.
"Well, you see Bianca, it may be because you're not used to this environment yet. After a few weeks, maybe even days, it should be fine." I nod my thanks, immensely relieved. So it's not something major.

So it won't obstruct my escape tonight.

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