Societies Misfits (Completed)

Chapter Twelve

I blink twice as I open my eyes and see Dr. Adams, mom, and Clair staring straight back at me as I snap back into reality. Mom is crouched on the floor next to me while Dr. Adams is resting a blue folded wet towel on my head.

The first person to speak is Clair as I shift my eyes to the left I see her filling up a glass of water.

"Omg Bridget are you ok?" She says turning off the running faucet and scurrying over to me and placing the glass of water next to my now bandaged up hand.

"Bridget, you fainted" Dr. Adams looks at me while she lifts the towel away from me

Mom stares back at me in utter shock as if she blames herself for this and I feel the need to say something to comfort her but don't have the words.

"How..." I say and my voice is groggy so I start again.

"How long was I out for," I say sitting up a little but start to feel the room spin.

"Take it easy," Dr. Adams says guiding my head onto her lap

"A little under five minutes," She says looking down at her watch.

Mom brushes my arm and begins "You really scared me, Bridget, I'm sorry this was a bad idea" She looks away and I feel the sudden urge to get up and hug her but I'm afraid the room will continue to spin.

I find myself sitting up and feeling overwhelmingly emotional as I look at my hand which I can see a spot of blood under the bandages.

"No I'm the one who should be sorry, I don't know what got into me back there," I say but no tears fill my eyes.

"This place can be very overwhelming sometimes, and it's very hard to open up to a complete stranger and recount your hard times," Dr. Adams says getting up and walking to her desk while I can only assume Clair is texting Brent that I'm ok.

Mom puts her hand out to help me get up and I grab onto her wrist with both hands and almost pull her down with me.

I dust myself off and feel suddenly very uncomfortable being here.

"Dr. Adam I know things didn't go as well as you thought but I would love a second chance to talk to you again sometime this week," I say smiling and she nods

"I will schedule you to see me this Wednesday for a check in and see how you're going," she says staring at both mom and me.

Clair walks over and opens the office door and walks out while mom speaks with Dr. Adams and I follow Clair.

The young boy who was waiting there earlier is still there but he's too invested in his phone to notice me walk past him and outside.

I'm greeted with the fresh morning breeze on my face and Clair stands there looking out to the car park.

She exchanges me a sympathetic glance as she begins to speak but we are interrupted by a Black car that is honking its horn

"I best be going," She says to me walking over to a Black car and I assume it's her mom until the front window winds down and I see Hudson Michaels in the driver's seat

"Sup Bridget, " He says c*****g his head back with his tired looking eyes. I nod and stand awkwardly alone by myself outside the Client and I can see mom signing papers at the front desk.

"Call me later" Clair mouths to me and I nod as I watch her get into the passenger side of Hudsons car and they drive off.

The bell hanging on the door rings and I turn and see mom holding papers and a bottle of something.

Before I can even say a world a gust of wind hits the both of us and all the papers she was holding scatter onto the newly plower car park.

Mom and I both scrambled to the ground and she grabs most of the paper as fast as the wind knocked them out of her hands. I am left wet on the ground having trouble picking up the last piece of paper with my bandaged hand, which is now soaked and I pinch the sides with my index finger and thumb as I lift the damp paper off of the ground.

I stare at the paper blankly as I wonder why mom came out with some many papers and begin to scan the wet piece of paper.

"Patience 127. Bridget Lovey has been diagnosed with serve Nightmare Disorder and mild anxiety. Patience should undergo counseling on a weekly basis as of stress and frequent nightmares. Patience progress will be monitored and if symptoms worsen will be prescribed medication "

There's a newfound lump in my throat as I finish reading the paper. I have no idea what to say or do so I just hand it back to her and speed walk to the car, amongst the oncoming traffic the cars come to a stop as I basically jaywalk across the road and a couple cars honk their horn so I flip them off. I wait Impatiently for mom to unlock the car as I'm filled with complete an utter dread.

The dizziness continues the whole drive home and I try to ignore it as I look out the window and count the number of times I see a white car, trying to calm myself down. Mom tries multiple times to start up a conversation and explain but I'm too exhausted and numb for anything right now.

"I need to stop at the drug store to fill this bottle with pain meds," She says knocking on the side of the bottle and I put two and two together as she turns the radio down and exits the car. I didn't realize it until now but the pain shooting across my hand is killing me. It can't be just from me scratching myself I think as I examine it. Maybe I fell weirdly on my arm when I fainted earlier I think to myself as I stare at the red car across from me and I am reminded of Jackson.

I almost wish I had it phone on me so I can check up on Jackson and see how my car is but also just talk to someone other than the people closest to me I think as mom walks out of the drug store with the newly filled bottle of pain meds.

The drive home is very short like extremely short, I didn't ever take any notice that we lived so close to a drug store. As mom makes her way into the driveway I see that my car is still not here.

Could be in the garage I think to myself as I unbuckle myself and step out and I have the sudden urge to look in the garage but ultimately I settle inside of my room not needing to sleep just needing to think.

Hours go by as I stare up into the ceiling and imagine an alternate universe version of me that never has to sleep and would never have dreams.

My phone dings with a notification and I slide the screen to reveal a new message that Jackson has sent me.

New Notification | Heard what happened today, hope you're ok