He is acutely aware that every time I step into his office now, I have something fucked up to tell him, and he’s right. I don’t say a word. Don’t know what to say. Just sit down in that one cushioned chair and pick at a loose thread on my sweatshirt.copyright protection76ＰＥＮＡＮＡI30gXe7YL6
His green eyes sweep over me and his lips fall into a frown. He doesn’t appear to know what to say, how to start this conversation. That makes two of us. He pulls out a notepad from somewhere and sets a pen in between his teeth, his brown hair falling in his face.copyright protection76ＰＥＮＡＮＡts5g1SgtuI
“So, Kendall, why are you here today?”copyright protection76ＰＥＮＡＮＡtdp6pLymxb
I bite the inside of my cheek at the question and concentrate on the little paperweight on his desk. I haven’t looked at the name plate since I sat down, so I don’t even know his name. It doesn’t really matter. I don’t need to know.copyright protection76ＰＥＮＡＮＡvfewwbKD9w
I open my mouth to speak, but close it, fast. I can hear my mom’s voice in my head, telling me this is a waste of time, that my mind is just overactive, and that I have a strong imagination.copyright protection76ＰＥＮＡＮＡJDZPU0Hatc
I wish that’s all it was.copyright protection76ＰＥＮＡＮＡTXpi4O3CbB
I look at him, the doctor with no name, and I close my eyes. It’s easier for me to talk if I’m not looking at someone.copyright protection76ＰＥＮＡＮＡOGR2dndX1n
“I have dreams,” I reply, finally.copyright protection76ＰＥＮＡＮＡuL1tAVui5Y
I haven’t opened my eyes yet but I hear the chair he’s in groan because he’s leaning back in it. “Can you describe these dreams?” he asks.copyright protection76ＰＥＮＡＮＡuYVTh0IlDT
I almost feel like laughing. “Sure I can.” I open my eyes, staring into his. "I can see them as clearly as I see you. They are all dead and I'm covered in their blood, thick and smelling of rust. They are ghostly, but their lips are stretched wide, almost like they're smiling at me."copyright protection76ＰＥＮＡＮＡWrANtObHMd
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