Shaun
Four months. Four agonizing months since I had seen her in the park. Four agonizing months of starting to dial her number, and then stopping myself.
I am listening to the middle aged woman complain about her life. She doesn't even need a therapist.
I will the clock to pindah faster. My office is dark, modern, and devoid of warmth. Ironically, it fits me.
Thankfully, the session is over. I tell Amamda that she's made progress, selanjutnya week, and it's been a pleasure. Notice the lie. I glance down at the meja tulis, meja calender, and look up 2:30.
I don't get a chance to see who is scheduled next, because I hear someone entering the room. Automatically, I look up, and see her.
She is looking at the floor.
Serena
I looked him up. Kayla convinced me to go. I protested, trying to say that Ashleigh needed watching. She berkata she would wait with Ashleigh. Eventually, I gave in.
She was trying everything to forget, but I knew she was only blocking everything out because it hurt to remember.
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We walked into the small private practice, Ashleigh, now a four tahun old, was holding onto Kayla's hand determindly.
I walked calmly over to a crescent shaped meja tulis, meja with a grey plastic surface patterned to look like marble, with an equally fake receptionist sitting behing it. She was pretty in a bland, emotionless way. Her voice was irritatingly smug as she said, "Do anda have appointment?"
Calmly, I said, "Serena Meyer, Guardian Ad Litem. I'm here to speak to Dr. Shaun McCarthy. It was a personal appointment. Legal matters," I lie.
The woman blinks, and points me to a corridor with the instructions, "Third door on the right."
I thank her, and tell Kayla to wait here with Ashleigh.
I breathe in, trying to calm myself, and push the door open.
Four months. Four agonizing months since I had seen her in the park. Four agonizing months of starting to dial her number, and then stopping myself.
I am listening to the middle aged woman complain about her life. She doesn't even need a therapist.
I will the clock to pindah faster. My office is dark, modern, and devoid of warmth. Ironically, it fits me.
Thankfully, the session is over. I tell Amamda that she's made progress, selanjutnya week, and it's been a pleasure. Notice the lie. I glance down at the meja tulis, meja calender, and look up 2:30.
I don't get a chance to see who is scheduled next, because I hear someone entering the room. Automatically, I look up, and see her.
She is looking at the floor.
Serena
I looked him up. Kayla convinced me to go. I protested, trying to say that Ashleigh needed watching. She berkata she would wait with Ashleigh. Eventually, I gave in.
She was trying everything to forget, but I knew she was only blocking everything out because it hurt to remember.
**************************************************
We walked into the small private practice, Ashleigh, now a four tahun old, was holding onto Kayla's hand determindly.
I walked calmly over to a crescent shaped meja tulis, meja with a grey plastic surface patterned to look like marble, with an equally fake receptionist sitting behing it. She was pretty in a bland, emotionless way. Her voice was irritatingly smug as she said, "Do anda have appointment?"
Calmly, I said, "Serena Meyer, Guardian Ad Litem. I'm here to speak to Dr. Shaun McCarthy. It was a personal appointment. Legal matters," I lie.
The woman blinks, and points me to a corridor with the instructions, "Third door on the right."
I thank her, and tell Kayla to wait here with Ashleigh.
I breathe in, trying to calm myself, and push the door open.
I hate you
But I just can’t seem to break you
Do I want anda here?
Do I want anda gone?
Everyone says your such a tease
But not to me
Are anda real?
Are anda fake?
Do I need to be
With this drama queen
anda spout lies
No truth to be found
Why am I still
Trying to see the good in you?
Is it worth it?
Should I listen to them?
They tell me to go
Before I’m a victim
Of anda mighty undoing
I won’t fall
I’ve made a promise
Can I keep it?
Will I leave?
Will I remain?
Promises
Sins
They all appear
The same
Lies
Sentences
Preach the
Difference
I’m listening to you
I can’t break you
I’m falling now
No one to catch me
Do I leave now
That I’ve fallen
Are anda worth my time?
Am I worth this pain?
God, help me choose
For this is not my decision
Any longer
I’ve put my faith in my despair
Now tampil me the answer
Tell me what to do
Do I stay
atau do I leave you?
But I just can’t seem to break you
Do I want anda here?
Do I want anda gone?
Everyone says your such a tease
But not to me
Are anda real?
Are anda fake?
Do I need to be
With this drama queen
anda spout lies
No truth to be found
Why am I still
Trying to see the good in you?
Is it worth it?
Should I listen to them?
They tell me to go
Before I’m a victim
Of anda mighty undoing
I won’t fall
I’ve made a promise
Can I keep it?
Will I leave?
Will I remain?
Promises
Sins
They all appear
The same
Lies
Sentences
Preach the
Difference
I’m listening to you
I can’t break you
I’m falling now
No one to catch me
Do I leave now
That I’ve fallen
Are anda worth my time?
Am I worth this pain?
God, help me choose
For this is not my decision
Any longer
I’ve put my faith in my despair
Now tampil me the answer
Tell me what to do
Do I stay
atau do I leave you?