Short chapter, sorry guys

Three days later

"So Dara," a woman, who was probably only two years older than me, was sat on her chair looking intensely into my eyes. I dropped my gaze to the floor, feeling slightly awkward, "Lance tells me that you've been acting kind of 'funny'. What can you say about this?"

"I supposed I have been acting slightly different," I didn't want to pour my heart out to this makeshift therapist, she was a stranger to me.

"Is there any immediate cause that we can plant this change in mood to?" She pushed her glasses up her nose and leant forward, pulling a face which I think was showing some concern for me.

"My boyfriend- I mean my friend- left the base, he didn't tell me. He left me here... All alone," she sat back slowly, obviously not wanting to show any emotion on her face but I could tell that she felt a sense of achievement.

"And this mutant incident?" She whispered it so quietly that I almost didn't hear her- why was she being so quiet all of a sudden? Brushing off her strange behaviour, I shivered as the images flashed before me.

"I froze, that's all," I replied bluntly and she looked slightly disappointed- what had she expected me to say? Some epic story where I almost died.

"Well, judging on what I have I think you need some time away from all of this. As of today, you are off the training programme so you can focus on getting mentally better. It's what is better for all of us, including this little one," she pointed at my stomach and I smiled softly although a lump was growing in the back of my throat. The baby was a constant reminder of Niall and although I loved the foetus with all my heart, it did bring me some pain.

Smiling I stood up, thinking that our 'therapy' session was over but she placed a soft hand on my arm, "Just know I'm always here Dara. Always here."

Nodding, I hurried out the room, trying my best not to cry. I always cried when I talked about Niall, which seemed to be frequently. It had been over a week and yet I was still in so much pain, so much agony that I didn't know if my heart could take it anymore.

Leaning against a wall, I sat down slowly and tried my best to keep the tears from falling- I was tired of crying. Of feeling weak. But I didn't know what else to do with those strange emotions of betrayal, sadness and emptiness. I felt so empty, like a hollow shell.

Everyday I waited for Niall to come back, to tell me that he needed me as much as I needed him. Everyday I was let down. He had really left me. He had left his child. All my friends thought I was pathetic, even Zara had began to distance herself from me. I suppose she couldn't take my negativeness.

I don't know how to convey the sadness I felt, but it was like my world was crumbling around me and all I could do was watch it burn. My stomach churned constantly, making me feel nauseous. And when my tear ducts had dried up, I found myself staring blankly at walls, trying to muster up some kind of emotion.

I wanted it to all be a dream, some nightmare which would end and I would go back to reality. But what I was living in was reality. The cold, harsh reality.

This was short I know but its kind of a filler not gonna lie. Dara :( I feel her pain, I really do.

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