Seemed like Dr. Okekunle knew what he was doing when he assigned the doctor. Her office was in no way far from our house, so it was easy for me to quickly get there.

At first, mommy and daddy wanted to follow me. But, when they saw the address, they back out and decided it was best I went alone. So, I did.

Her office was a couple of streets afar ours. It was close to the main road and easy to see. It was made out of glass, purely glass. I sighed to myself when I saw it and began to make my way to it immediately, climbing the stairs lazily. I twirled the card Dr. Okekunle had given us in between my fingers as I drew closer to her office. I was beginning to have cold feet and wanting to chicken out.

After standing at her door for some minutes, I decided it was best to return the next day, maybe I would have some more courage. I gently slided her card into the right pocket of my blue denim skirt as I spun on my heel and was about to leave, when the door all of a suddenly badged open. "I might start growing gray hair if I keep waiting for you to knock," her firm voice said, halting me in my step. "You must be Emmanuella," she added, making me to finally turn to her direction.

She was an extremely light colored lady, who was dressed in a black and white patterned dress. She had a red lipstick on, which projected her white teeth very well. She had a very light makeup on. Her natural hair was packed into a full bun. She looked almost a hundred percent natural, except for the red lipstick she had on. I liked her style.

I nodded affirmatively to her words, as I approached her door.

She smiled at me as she stretched her hands and said, "Miss Stessi Ikemefuna."

I took her slightly cold yet extremely soft hands in mine, as I tried to smile and not look nervous.

Her smile widened as she pushed the door further, stepping aside and stretching her left hand towards her office. I took the gesture as a cue and walked into her office. Immediately I got into her office, the air condition did a perfect job, by calming me down and making me feel at rest. I avoided seating down, as I waited for her instruction. Her office was really wide and spacious. It had one rotating chair with two wooden chairs, a single fridge, a wooden table, and a cabinet. I was so tempted to walk towards the glass and see how outside looked like from within her office, but I withheld myself from making any mannerless act. Like my mom always said, 'First impression is everything'.

After she shut the door, she made her way to her rotating chair and sat down. When she was comfortable and well seated, she stretched her hands towards the chair in front of her and said, "You can have your seat. Feel comfortable, and if you need anything, tell me."

I shook my head.

She smiled. "Should I tell you a secret?" she asked me as she placed her arms on the table, drawing herself closer.

I nodded.

"I hated seeing a therapist when I was younger, and never imagined I was going to be one, one day."

I looked at her strangely, then asked, "So, what changed your mind?"

She smiled as she relaxed and withdrew, resting her back on her chair. "When I opened up," she said confidently as if it was that easy.

Not realizing I had a brow cocked, I asked, "What? Really?"

"Yes really. It was one of the hardest things I did in my life, but I'm really grateful I did it. It was after I had lost my dad, and my mum and I were never on the same page. So, every day was arguments and remembrance of painful memories. I was losing it and had ended any way of me moving forward. I stopped going to school and felt it was better I rotted in my pains. My dad's assigned therapist never for once missed coming a day. She would sit with me for hours, without saying a word. When it's almost the time for our daily session to end, I'll ask her why she came. She'd simply reply, 'For you'. We kept on doing like that for days, until one day in the silence, I spoke. I didn't want to, but I was doing it. I realized that all I need was that silence and someone who was there to listen to me. It was really hard for me, since I had trust issues. But, that day I broke down and let out every single bit of feeling I had in me. And after the session, I felt really better and wanted to have another session and another and another. Before I knew it, my day to day began to become better. I decided to return back to school, and also become a therapist someone who help people. I know it might not be a really impressive story that will make you want to talk, but I hope it helps," she rounded off with a smile.

I wanted to talk, but I couldn't find the right words today. All I could do was keep my head down, and think about how dry my throat was. It was dry, that I didn't want to ruin it.

"You don't have to talk you know. You can go and come back next time," she suggested in a slightly broken voice, instantly catching my attention and making me look at her face. She was blinking more often than usual, making it slightly obvious that she was pushing back her tears. She faked a smile and said after clearing her throat, "You know Dr. Okekunle care about you so much."

I smiled but couldn't nod as my gaze fell back to my laps because, I didn't know how much he cared for me. He never said.

"I want revenge," I said out of the blues, not knowing where the words came from as my gaze went back to her face, making eye to eye contact. My voice was coarse.

Her face immediately changed to tbag of concern. "Revenge?"

I nodded. "Revenge."

"You want to make them want to commit suicide?"

I quickly lifted my hand as I waved it in the air, signifying disapproval as I sighed and explained, "I'm not a monster and care about people's feeling. I only want to hurt them a little. Let them feel how it feels to be hurt."

She sighed. "Not so bad, but still not recommended and approved."

"I'm not asking for approval, I'm telling you."

"And what were you expecting my reply to be?"

"'What is your plan?'" I shrugged.

She smiled as she sighed. "What is your 'plan'?" she asked as she wiggled her index and middle fingers up and down, making the quotation sign as she said plan.

I smiled. "The plan is simple, no one gets hurt..."

She cocked a brow.

"...a lot."