Kelsey's POV

I sit nervously in Dr. Simmons' session room. I know I'm going to have to mention my nightmare last night. He'll want to try and figure out its meaning. I'm not even sure about its meaning. Why do I keep having dreams of Michael dying?

Dr. Simmons sits down in his chair with his notepad and pen. He smiles at me and says,

"Good morning, Kelsey. How are you? "

I smile politely and say, "I'm a bit nervous. "

Dr. Simmons nods and says, "I understand how you feel and it's fine to feel this way. After all, this is only the second session we've had. "

I nod. He asks, "So, anything bothering you today? "

For some reason, I blurt out, "I had this terrible nightmare last night of Michael and it's not the first. "

Dr. Simmons nods and writes down a note. He asks, "What's the nightmare about?"

I sigh and say, "Well, long story short, I always find Michael dying. I always get to him right as he dies. And Anne is the one killing him. Every freaking time! "

He nods and writes something down. He asks, "How do you feel about Michael? "

I cock my head to the side a little. I ask, "What do you mean? "

He says straightforward, "Well, Michael got to you too late. You were already assaulted. And has you said last session, 'A piece of you died that day'. "

I shake my head and say, "It's not Michael's fault-"

"I'm not saying it's his fault. I'm saying you have a feeling deep down towards Michael that only appears in your dream. To me, it seems Anne is the one acting out this feeling in your dreams. I'm not saying you want to kill Michael, I'm saying that you have some kind of grudge towards him and until you can figure out what this grudge is, you won't be able to move pass this moment in your life. We need to get all the feelings out so we can deal with them accordingly. "

"What should I do? "

"I hate to say it, but you'll have to think about that moment Michael finally came through the door. After it seem like an eternity. What did you feel when you saw him? When you you realized it was all over? Your pain was finally gone. What was your first reaction towards his presence? "

My eyes were closed while he was talking. I made myself go back to that moment in history. I thought about my first thought when I saw him. I open my teary eyes and say,

"Hate. "

Dr. Simmons nods and writes it down. He scoots at the edge of his seat and asks, "Why hate? "

I hold back tears and say, "I was thinking to myself, 'what took you so long?' I was wondering why he didn't come sooner. I called for him and he didn't show up. How could he let that happen to me! How could he let another man have his way with me! "

I begin to break down as I ask, "What took him so long? "

I can no longer hold in my tears. My sadness, my pain, my misery, it's all coming out. Dr. Simmons sits next to me and puts his arm around me. He rubs my back and says,

"We're making progress, Kelsey. I want to get you on some anxiety medication. You might be going through a lot of anxiety now and it should decrease the dreams. "

I nod and say, "Thank you. "

"One more thing, don't mention to Michael what we talked about. I want him to join you in our next session. We should be able to squash this feeling. "

I nod. Dr. Simmons gets up and writes a note. He says, "Here, take this to the pharmacy down the street. "

I take the note. It's a prescription for anxiety meds. I stand and say, "Thank you. "

He shakes his head and says, "I'm just opening locked doors that were within you the whole time. Have a good day, Kelsey. "

I nod and leave. I don't see how I can face Michael when I'm pissed at him now. It's not even a 'you forgot my damn chocolate at the store' mad. It's a 'you killed my fucking mother' mad. I need this medicine. Maybe it'll make me calm. When I reach the waiting room, Michael sees me and stands. He asks,

"How'd it go? "

I clench my jaw and say, harshly, "Why do you care?! "

He steps back a bit surprised. He says, "I'm sorry, but I do care. A lot. "

I snap, "Just come on! I need to get this medication! "

I shove the note into his chest and walk out.

Michael's POV

What the hell is wrong with Kelsey? I look at the note she practically shoved in my heart. It's prescription for some kind of anxiety condition. I hope she's getting better and not worse. Maybe I should join her in her next session.

I heard Dr. Simmons is the best. Then why did Kelsey enter loving me and exit hating me?

I sigh and follow Kelsey to the car.