"Why do you suddenly want to do this, Cat?" Dr. Anne asked. I pinched myself under the table so as to remain calm. I don't want her to realize I'm forcing myself to do this, if she does, she won't let me. Something about being sure of a lifetime choice.
"I've been thinking, and I thought you were right. Why hang on to something that only reminds me of my trauma? I want to move on from this, Dr. Anne." I managed, sounding as convincing as I could manage right now. it took a lot for me to finally come up with some courage, to clear this scar. The first time I tried removing it, the voice haunted me for days, I had to start therapy all over again. I've dreaded thinking about it ever since, even when Dr. Anne kept bothering me about letting go, I couldn't bring myself to. So many people lost their lives that day, all I got was a scar, and I can't live it? That would make me cruel. Cruel and selfish! That's what the voice told me, but I really want to forget about everything, so on the way from work, I forced myself to Dr. Anne's hospital without thinking much about it, but if she keeps asking me about my decision I'll withdraw. I don't blame her though; she's trying to look out for me. I've always vehemently refused whenever she asked about removing the scar, so me suddenly consenting now would naturally make her suspicious, so imagine my surprise when she said, "Alright then, I'll schedule an appointment with a plastic surgeon in 2 days."
I looked at her in surprise, then quickly masked my emotions. "We'll use Catalaya Stark for your identity. You're okay with that?" She added.
"Yeah, sure. Thanks. Bye!" I hurried and left the hospital directly.