I love you, Grace. With all my soul and heart.
"I couldn't breathe. I just remember running and falling. I was so scared."
"Have you been taking your medicine correctly?"
"Yeah. Every attack..."
"Do you remember anything else?"
"Other than running from death himself? Well, actually... one thing. He.. he hugged me. And after he hugged me, I could breathe again. He whispered something in my ear..."
"What did he say?"
"I-I don't remember. I... just don't.... remember... Help.. help me... he-"
"Grey, are you okay?"
"You were asking for help."
"Y-yeah I'm fine.. Could I maybe leave early?"
"... yeah, go ahead."
My mom was waiting outside the therapist's office for me. I stopped by the bathroom before heading out. I turned on the cold water in the sink and splashed my face.
My heart started racing as I reached in my bag for my pills.
"You shouldn't take those, Grey... They make you forget..."
This isn't real, don't listen...
"Grey! Look at me!"
I looked up in the mirror and saw him. I dumped out my bag in a hurried search for my pills. My hands shook so badly that I dropped the pill bottle all over the floor. I dropped to my knees trying to get one... He picked one up and handed it to me.
"No. No, no, no, no, no. You aren't real. YOU AREN'T REAL!"
"Mr. Nickson? Is everything okay in there?" asked the secretary from outside the bathroom. I couldn't answer her. I couldn't form my words. I couldn't move. Panic had taken over my body and tears rolled down my cheeks. The secretary banged on the door, trying to get in.
"Mr. Nickson! Unlock the door!"
He walked over to me and bent down, looking me in the eyes. I fell to the ground, feeling like jello. I couldn't breathe. Somebody please help me! The world around me got darker and darker. The last thing I saw was the security guard kicking the door in. He rushed over to me. The light slipped away