chapter 6; we met

I went to my room, the therapy had gone on for hours without me even knowing it, when I was in the office with her I felt a sense of trust that I could tell her anything, I felt that she would be different from the psychologist and the others, I felt that she understood me.

I would probably give it a thought when I was about to sleep, I looked around the room, Ara wasn't present, I looked at her bed, it was set and then I looked at mine, I walked to my bed and I took down all the pillows, there was a total of two pillows, I pulled out the sheets, which was just the bed cover and the blanket, there were duvet covers or comforters.

So, it was easy to arrange.

when I was done, I opened my wardrobe, sorry, our wardrobe and I looked inside for my night gown,I brought it out and I rubbed my hand against the soft silky material, I had mistakenly ordered it, I would never possess anything that was this revealing because there was no use, who would I impress.

I took my bath and I came back to the room to find Ara sitting on her bed staring at the thin air, I walked past her, my body was already dry, my night gown was lying on the spot where I had left it.

I picked up the night gown and I turned to see Ara staring at me.

How were we supposed to keep our privacy?

She didn't turn her face away but she didn't look like she was looking at me because I was naked, to her it was normal.

"how did your therapy go?" she asked me, her eyes roamed my face to read my emotions, too bad I read hers first.

She looked unsure, maybe the therapy had made her thought about her life through a different perspective, an angle she had never before tried to see her life through.

"it left me feeling blue" was my reply.

"yeah I get that feeling" she said and I turned around.

I closed my eyes and I let my towel drop, I felt absolutely naked, not the kind of naked I felt when I was without clothing in my room, but naked in the sense that I felt that I stood naked on the top of The Eiffel tower, and when I was putting on my night wear I heard her say.

" do they have visiting days"

"you say it like we're in a prison"

"what?"

"visiting days, prisoners get visiting days"

she giggled then she remained silent I knew she still waited for an answer.

"of course they have visiting days"was my reply.

"bummer huh?" she said and then I giggled.

I hopped on my bed which was made of string, too so I bounced in the air, my own bed was so soft you would rather sink than bounce.

"goodnight" I mumbled to her and I shut my eyes, moments later I fell asleep.

I wanted to sleep but something was pulling me out of the sleep and into consciousness.

Awake, I shifted in my position, and I felt the sudden urge to look up.

I opened my eyes, the room was fairly dark, I could see a figure standing in front of me.

out of fear I froze, my heart ran rampant in my chest, my mind was blocked, I could feel a lump in my throat, my mouth was dry.

Wasn't it this demon that stood before me, I had thought that since I left the house , I was free from me, at least it would roam around the house and I wasn't there to be frightened by it's presence, but no, it had followed me to this place.

The thought of shutting my eyes crossed my mind for a second but then I lingered, what do I do to deserve this demon.

"what do you want from me?" I asked it, trying to make my voice sound, tough.

"why can't you leave me alone" I said more louder but still staying still.

"Oh my gosh, are you having a bad dream"

I heard Ara say.

I sat up, my chest rose and felt, my head throbbed, I looked at Ara, she was the one standing in front of me the whole time.

"what the hell were you doing" I asked her still trying to catch my breath.

" I'm sorry if I startled you" she said apologetically

"startled " I said with a huff "you call that startled, you scared the crap out of me"

"I'm so so sorry, I was just checking the chart" she said

" by this time? " I asked her , she gave a small laugh

"it's already six am, in the morning"

I turned to the windows, and then I searched for my phone where I had kept it, under my pillow.

I brought it out, looked at her, switched it on then I turned my gaze to the phone... She was right. But hadn't I just closed my eyes, how would eight hours pass by so fast, how would night that I knew it to be pass by so swiftly.

"are you alright?" Ara asked me, my gaze lingered on her face, there was a lot on my mind that I had to clear up.

"I'm fine" I told her brushing away the sweat from my face with the back of my hand.

Through out the morning, before our yoga I didn't feel well, waking up scared was something I hadn't expected, and whenever I woke up scared I always had my vape pen to cool down my nerves, now where was it ?,somewhere or maybe destroyed.

I felt that something was missing.

Just after we had our morning yoga, we ate.

I sat at the left side of the dining table, we were having sandwich, alone.

I would have preferred to eat sandwich with some greek yogurt, but I ate the food anyways.

When we were done with eating I stood up, cleared the table, got some thank yous, and then I stayed idle till afternoon.

I stood in front of the biggest windows, the curtains were a rich wine red colour, and it was shifted to the side and tied with something that kept it together.

I stared past the window, and in view was a garden, round the rehab center was a fence, an electrical fence, and they said it wasn't a prison.

I gave a small laugh.

The atmosphere was hot, not inside the center because everywhere except our rooms had air conditioners, it was about three in the afternoon, it was my fourth day in the rehab center and I was about to go about thirty six days more.

I placed my hand on the glass, and then I placed my head on it, it wasn't hot against my forehead, it was warm.

In the garden I watched some butterflies, the garden was little, and well kept, different types of flowers were grown in it, beautiful flowers, some I didn't know their names.

A particular butterfly caught my eye, it was purple, it floated around the flowers and then it started to go up, I didn't remove my gaze from it.

I never fancied butterflies, or rainbows, or puppies.

why I liked this butterfly was a mystery.

I followed this butterfly and I watched it dodge the fence as if it were aware of it's electricity, before I knew it the butterfly had started to disappear completely, I raised my head from the glass and I watched, sad, as the butterfly left, I felt... I wished that I was a butterfly, I watched as the butterfly flew out and I envied it. it had wings it could fly... how wish I learnt to fly.

I turned to the stairs, and I ran to it, I bumped into a few people, some I had apologized to the others I ignored, I would sometimes hear them curse at me, I didn't really mind them or their curses

By the time I had gotten to the last floor of the building, the air had finished from my lungs, I threw open the window and threw my head out, I opened my mouth and breathed through my mouth and my nose, but it was a rather painful act.

I froze when I saw the field just a little far away from the rehab center. When I say froze I mean froze, I forgot to blink and breathe.

In the field were purple flowers, plenty of them, at this point I had forgotten about the butterfly, it must have flown far away from here.

The sight was beautiful, I was not far away to see the effect that the wind had on the seemingly soft flowers, They swayed.

I made up my mind that I was going to see the flowers.

When I reached the last floor, I started to look around to see if anybody was watching me. By the time I reached the door, I turned, a few people were watching, I looked at them they didn't look like they wanted to hold me back.

I walked out of the door and I jogged to the gate, then I ran to the direction of where I felt the field was.

I stopped running on the way to look back and still no one was chasing me, I thought that they would come after me, I thought that we were not supposed to leave the center.

After I realized this I stopped running and I walked.

It was a long walk to the field but when I got there, I was glad that I came.

It didn't look like a private field and it didn't look like it was just a random bush, too.

The flowers were purple, and tall, my waist length, butterflies just like the ones I saw in that garden at the rehab center, were floating around.

They grew in rows, one reason why I felt it was a private field.

I was scared to walk in, not because it was owned by somebody, no, but because I had never walked into something like this before.

I put forth my hand to touch the flowers as If to test the temperature, then I closed my eyes and felt the flowers, if felt soft on my skin, it made me smile.

I walked into the flowers, it felt tingly, I couldn't help giggling, I ran into the field, with my arms spread wide apart, giggling like a child.

If I knew running in filed filled with beautiful flowers brought me so much joy I would have swapped it with marijuana.

I stopped and opened my eyes that had been closed all this while and I saw plenty of butterflies, flying around, they weren't this much when I came, my action must have scared them to come out of their hiding places.

Flavio's pov

From my car I saw a girl, well not that I'd take notice of her and be like I saw a girl but why I noticed this girl was because she was standing in front of the garden, my garden.

She wore a blue gown, it was as blue as the sky right now. it was short and it pressed against her skin in a way that I would be compelled to touch her, not just me any male that sees her.

Her hair was very dark, and her legs were long and beautiful, she had really nice legs.

Before I knew what was happening