“Today is a new day!” quoted an anonymous radio anchor. The words that followed stain her mind. They held meaning. Every letter drew a picture. The colors ran wild as did her imagination. Something had pulled her straight from her thought.
“Come on we are going to be late.” Her mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs. The girl hurried through her room. She stumbled over a stuffed bear. One of the eyes had been pulled from the thread. It hung below the faux fur nose. She went to put it up on the highest shelf in her room. The walk to the car never seemed so short. She thought she had time to collect herself.
The girl’s eyes laid low most of the drive. The silence never bothered the young girl. Her mother was indifferent on the other hand. She’d make conversation just to avoid still moments. Especially in a small confined space such as a vehicle.
“So, you know where we’re going, right?” the question was vague. The girl felt no need to answer but she responded with
“Yes, yes I do.” The car came to a stop. They had reached their destination.
The building was coated with vines. They were draped above the windows so the sun light could peek through. A sign was nailed in the ground. It described a draining event. The anticipation that was built up had finally made its way out of the young girl. The doors where placed evenly with the stairs. The entrance was breezy and made the girl feel weightless. The front office was decorated in scenery paints. The mood was calming and easy going. The girl watched her mother fumble through her purse and grad out medical cards. Pan flits where scattered on the table by the door. They had large words that captured the eye.
The girl thought it was all in her head but she was at an actual therapy office. There was no way she was going to talk to a stranger about her so called “issues”. Magazines were scattered on the table next to her mother. The image on the first magazine was of a weepy looking frog. The door opened and a women peered her head through the crack.
“Jenny, Dr. louise is ready to see you.” The girl had started day dreaming again. Her mother had nudged her and said
“That’s you girly.” Jenny stood up and walked towards the door. She felt the door close. In that moment she had to face her fears.