True end..

It took five weeks for the psychiatrist to contact me to give me the final result of my exams and I must emphasize that that time was horrible; the appearances became aggressive and much more terrifying than before. For the same reason I was a little glad that he finally called, I was sure he would give me a solution.

The day she made an appointment with me, I went alone since my mother had to work, but it didn't matter, I was the only one who could listen to my diagnosis.

(...)

I arrived at least twenty minutes early and had no choice but to wait.

And when I finally saw the doctor arrive, my heart raced and the fact that his face changed from a smiling one to a serious one didn't help much to calm me down.

"Good morning" she greeted me.

-good-good morning- I greeted with a dry throat.

"You can come in," he opened the door to his office and gestured for me to come in.

I listened to him, I went in and sat in front of his desk while he sat on the other side.