I immediately chatted the doctor when I arrived at the hospital:
"Dr. Fretz, I'm at the hospital, where will I go?" I texted, it took a few minutes for him to respond,
"I'll come to you instead, where are you?"
He replied,
"Front desk" My message was delivered, I waited for almost 15 minutes for him to arrive.
"Are you feeling well now? You look down yesterday." He asked worriedly,
"I'm fine now.. I think.." I said in a whispering tone,
He sighed and nodded,
"Stress must've been piling up, I heard your grandmother died, condolence." He spoke gently, I nod and stayed quiet. The walk felt awkward for some reason, when we arrived at the room, he told me:
"You don't need to keep all your stress to yourself, you can always talk to someone"
I stayed quiet and just nodded again. I watched him walk away. When I entered the room, a pretty woman welcomed me. She looks about 32 years old,
"You must be Spinelia! I've heard about you from the nurses and Dr. Fretz." She said warmly, I nod again as she guided me to sit down on a chair.
"So, Ms. Spinelia, my name is Klea Velenz, I'm a psychiatrist. May I ask what made you come here?" She sat down on her chair as she talk, she looked at me and give me a gentle smile.
"W- well, Dr. Fretz recommended it.." I mumbled,
"Ahaha, of course! Then, did you have some kind of problem to why Dr. Fretz recommended you?" Klea asked softly with that gentle smile and voice again.
"Uhm.. My grandmother died and I didn't know," I said as i looked down trying not to cry.
"Oh, I'm so sorry about that, condolences." She said waiting for me to speak again,
"My boyfriend also broke up with me.. and— uhm.. my 16 years of friend— also broke up with me.." I said my voice cracking as I teared up.
Klea looked at me gently, "Did they tell you why?" her voice was gentle, it was comforting.
"They said I was being mean to this girl.." I said mumbling,
"And who's this girl?" She asked curiously,
"Malina.. she's uhm.. an old friend, we had an argument before which led our friendship to fell off." I said honestly, she waited for me to speak more.
"We were grade 7 that time.. uhm.. we had an argument— and then everyone in the class ignored me.." I said my voice cracking in fear,
"What did you feel?" She asked genuinely,
"I don't know, I.. can't understand it.. It was suffocating, and scary.. Everyone was staring at me— with hatred.." I started to tear up uncontrollably as I talk. Klea started writing,
"Did they tell you that they stared with you with hatred?" She stopped writing and asked me,
"No.. but I can feel it, I told the closest people to me about it.. they said i'm just overthinking.." I mumbled, Klea nodded as she waited for me to speak more.
"And I think Malina is also.. trying to.. destroy my life, she plans to take my best friend and boyfriend.." I said with certainty,
Klea looked stunned by what i said, "Why do you think so?" she looked at me, her face was unreadable.
"W-well now she's talking shit about me to everyone, even my mom. And she even told me that I'll remain small and dirty..!" I said angrily as she started writing again,
"Does she not believe me?" I said in my mind,
"What if she doesn't? Who else would believe me..?" I froze as I felt a huge wave of uncertainty.