Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (primary phonics .TXT) 📕

DELILAH

I feel nervous.

The moment we stepped inside the building, I couldn’t stop the sweating of my palms and the erratic beating of my heart. It’s not like there was something too dangerous that would happen, just the first therapy session but still, I couldn’t stop myself from being nervous.

The inside of the building wasn’t what I had expected. Instead of completely white-washed walls, they’re a mixed combination of white and yellow, bringing a lighter mood inside the long corridor. Many plants and flowers were decorated at every corner of the floor, along with beautiful fancy writings on the pale white walls.

My eyes skimmed over them, taking in the lines.

You don’t just wake up

And become the butterfly.

Growth is a process.

-Rupi Kaur

Learn, rise and shine

-np

“Sit here, I will talk with the receptionist.” I nodded at Damien, taking a seat on the waiting seats. My eyes fell on a woman sitting on the other side, dressed in proper business attire- a grey pencil skirt and a white blouse. Her blonde hair was up in a ponytail as she looked at her watch from time to time.

I dropped my eyes back on my lap, toying with the pendant. It’s something Grandma gave me, saying it’s something close to her and she wants me to have it. I couldn’t deny her when she put it as a don’t to her granddaughter. I sighed, missing Grandma. I wonder did Damien said anything to her regarding this entire situation? I hope not.

He walked back, sitting beside me. “Next is yours.” I hummed and stared at the closed door. It was decorated with her name, psychologist tag, and some small butterfly designs. There was nothing too formal looking in here, and that surprisingly lightened some of my tension.

I felt Damien taking my hands in him, drawing circles at the back of my palm. It was oddly soothing. His thumb brushed over my skin, comfort shooting through my body. “Are you nervous?” I gulped down the lump in my throat, nodding at him.

“A little.” He continued rubbing my fingers with him. The heat feeling good surprisingly.

“You gonna do great.” He whispered before the receptionist called for me. I stood up, following Damien, and found a old woman walking out from the door in front, before joining the lady I saw across me.

Taking in a deep breath, I walked towards the door. Damien smiled at him, ushering me to go in, I nodded and pushed the door open.

Cold air hit my face, as I walked into the doctor's chamber. The inside was decorated beautifully with hues of blue and yellow, the walls designed in patterns of accent, there were three couches laid in there, and before I saw the large mahogany desk at the other side.

“please take a sit.” I looked at the doctor in front of me, before nodding and taking a seat. She walked out from her desk, her curly hair up in a ponytail.

She sat across me, with a writing pad in her hand. “So, do you have any medical reports with you?” I nodded and handed her the blue file I took from Damien before entering. Her eyes scanned over it, while I waited there as she read.

She removed her glasses, nodding and looking back at me. “So, Delilah right?” I nodded, fidgeting with my fingers. Her lips pulled in a welcoming smile, her bronze skin highlighting under the room's light.

“Don’t be nervous. It’s just the first day. We can have introduction at first.” I gulped feeling a little better.

“So, tell me something about yourself.”

“I… I like cooking, I have recently joined in some culinary classes but since…” My stomach coiled at the thought of skipping those classes. I couldn’t being myself to be out in public.

“It’s okay, so you are a good cook.” I nodded.

“Great! Even my daughter is a very good cook unlike me who burns the kitchen every time I attempt to make anything to surprise them.” She chuckled while I felt my lips in a small smile.

“okay, so tell me Delilah do you like attending your classes?”

“Yes. They mostly take up my entire morning and afternoon but I enjoy that.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” She nodded. “so do you attend nowadays?” I shook my head.

“No, I… I don’t… I want to sometimes, but…” I looked down, toying with my pendant again. “I feel little scared… nervous… It’s like… everyone is watching me. Taking in my every move, eyeing me with skeptical visions like… like as if they know what had happened…”

“It's okay to feel that.” I looked up at her, surprised. “Huhh?”

“Yes, it’s absolutely fine. You’re human, and they have emotions in them. They differ from person to person. Even reaction to certain situations. It’s even better than you’re having these emotions which are quite common instead of burying them down and going numb.”

I licked my lips, feeling them dry, my mind buzzing with her words. “Is… is it fine that I hate being near to people?”

“It’s ok to feel that, Delilah. I never said it’s fine. It’s okay, it’s common that you are feeling them, but you shouldn’t continue thinking they’re fine. You have to have the will to not be okay with that.” She shifted closer, writing down something in her pad.

“Okay, now tell me something that makes you happy?” I swallowed the words forming inside my mind, when I shook my head.

“Cooking, playing instruments sometimes…” She hummed, her eyes running over me.

“You know you should be total honest with me, Delilah. I’m your therapist so you can share anything, I mean anything you want as an outlet.”