s e v e n
22/9/2019

f r a n n y.

After another day in University, I am dying to finally go home and have some time off for myself. Even though I came to Florida for the plan and my main focus isn't really 'learning' It still has be dying to go home. No matter what your situation is, Uni is Uni. Mentally draining, stressful and tiring. But sadly, that isn't the case for me. I have to be in the damned stupid Therapy shit.

It is quite ironic that I go to therapy lessons, Since I study psychology and all. But after the 'incident' happened, My grandma forced me to see Dr.Mike; his name alone made me anxious after all It reminded me of my psycho of an ex boyfriend. Anyway, Grandma thought it was only fair that I have my therapy lessons in Florida too. Which I wasn't too pleased with but had no other choice.

Making my way inside the building, I enter Dr. Lea's office which was located just next to the building's door. Dr. Lea is annoying and even though Dr. Mark was a jerk that I hated, he was quite decent. This one though, I cannot tolerate her. She acts like robot that sometimes, I am concerned if I am talking to a real person or just an electronic.

She is scary, to be honest.

I sigh when I enter her office, and she stands up shaking my hand with a small polite smile on her face.
"Hello Francisca, How was your day?"

"Hi, Doctor. It was okay, nothing eventual happened," I say taking a sharp breath of air, as she gestures me toward the comfy chair.

"I see, How are you feeling today? Is it better than last time?" She asks. Scanning some papers in front her which I assume is what I said last time we met.

It was interesting though, the last meeting. I told her about my miserable life without a care in the world which was weird because I don't open up to many people that fast. But I guess this is why she is a therapist. She is annoying, yes. But also very good in her job , though she makes me quite uncomfortable.

"I am feeling better," I reply curtly nodding at her slowly as she scans my face.

"Right. Nothing is wrong today?"

For the millionth time she asks which makes me a bit frustrated, but I hide my expression with a fake smile on my pale face.
"Yes. A few nightmares, but nothing else." I tell her honestly. Because I really did have a nightmare yesterday. But It is all okay, it happened every few months.

"Really?" She raises her eyebrows in surprise. "And why is that?"

"It happens every month or so. Since the incident." I clear my throat. Pausing as I fiddle with my bracelet, I let out a sigh. "It used to happen a lot at first but.. now, It doesn't happen as much."

"Is still happens though?"

"Yeah, but... I haven't had nightmares since May."

"Do you think there is something triggering you, this is why you are having nightmares again?" Dr. Lea squinting her eyes as she looks at me.

"Does my sister count? Because the incident had something to do with my family and all.. So since she is now again in my life.. she may or may not be the reason."

"I see.. Does those nightmares affect your sleeping schedule?"

"No.." I say honestly, rubbing my lips together. "I Don't have a sleeping schedule. Never had, I sleep whenever I feel like it."

She sighs. "How does it make you feel? Does that nightmares still annoy you?"

I stare at her for a while as she dumbly repeats the question.

"Obviously it does bitch, why else would I be here if that crap doesn't annoy the shit out of me. You are damn dumb for a therapist."

Of course I didn't say that and instead settled down with a Curt reply.

"Yes. I mean since it is a nightmare and all.. but it is less vivid of course. It doesn't Occur as much too." I tell her.

She nods to herself, sighing softly.
"Any major traumatic experience that happens to anyone usually leaves a mark which is the nightmares. What is different about your situation is how you didn't really experience the event but rather felt it. You saw your parents dead- yes. But you didn't see who killed them or saw them when they were being murdered." She explains to me, pushing her black rimmed glasses up her nose.

"You either know who murdered your parents or you are suspicious. This may be the thing that is triggering your nightmares."

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Going to the college next day was the last thing on my mind. But with Avery bugging me to get up and go to Uni, I gave up and agreed to go.

"I am sorry for what I am gonna say. But you look awful," Avery tells me once I get out of my bedroom all ready, cringing as she looks at me. Honestly I don't blame her. I do look like shit. I look dead.

My hair isn't brushed, carelessly thrown in a bun with hair sticking out everywhere. My clothes is a mess. I didn't bother to wear jeans but instead wore my sweatpants with shirt that I haven't worn since last year due to how ugly it looks. To finish the look, my face is bare with zits covering my forehead.

"Thanks, Avery." I dryly tell her and she sighs before she mutters a 'Geez I was just stating the obvious' I roll my eyes before sighing and redoing my hair.

"You need help?" She asks in a small voice. "You look tired..maybe you should stay in today."

Honestly after the last session with my therapist. I have been feeling like shit because it made me realise how depressing and sad my life truly is. I should have gotten over my parents' death years ago and stopped looking after who killed them; living my life like the depressed person I am. It made me reconsider my life decisions. And reconsider ever agreeing to come here to Florida just for some sick, twisted revenge plan by that psychopath Diana.

"I don't think that coming to school in this state is a clever idea so.. yeah, you probably should leave." I tell her tiredly and she leaves with a small wave in my way, I wave back before squeezing my eyes shut and sitting on the couch

I end up making myself some food before collapsing again on the couch. Just as I am about to drift to sleep, I hear footsteps inside the house and a few mumbles.

The first thing that I think about is Mike. My breath suddenly gets heavy, and I look around me to see nothing sharp to threaten him with so instead I get a vase next to me as I tiptoe outside the living room to the kitchen.

The footsteps get heavier and louder. He doesn't even try to hide the fact that he is here. It is like he is telling me to give up and get up to face him.

Suddenly mad, I get up and tiptoe again to the living to see two heads popping out as they lowly chuckle. My anxiety gets worse as I look at the back of their heads.

Who the fuck are they? And most importantly what are they doing inside the house? Are they people after me that Mike hired or something.

Without any thinking or warning I crash the vase on one of these guys' head. I hear a loud piercing scream as the other one gasps, turing around to look at me. He holds the guy that now fell to the ground. Blood all over the white rug.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I scream at the guy as he struggles to help his friend, he stops the bleeding by putting a jacket on his head to stop the blood from flowing, helping him sit up and lay him on the couch..

"Who is the fuck are you?! This is my sister's house!" He tells me furiously and I open my mouth gaping at him, my bloody hand now shotting up to my mouth.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" I tell him now realising he is Avery's brother. The blonde hair, the tanned skin.... I should've known. I ran to the phone and then calls the ambulance just to be welcomed by vomit getting up to my throat. I suddenly feel lightweight and fall to the ground with a thud.

And just to be welcomed by the nightmares that I despise, bloody fingertips, screaming and a white rug with lots of blood pouring on it.

A/N: Sorry for the dramatic update and also sorry for not updating for nearly a month. School is starting on the first of September bec it is a new school and such.  

Next chapter will be up hopefully before school starts