CHRISTINE
“Dang it!” I cursed, stomping my foot like a stubborn child who got grounded by his parents. “I must speak to Dr Marie.” Announcing it more to myself than to my visitor, I turned on my heel and stormed out of the room.
“Chrissy, wait!” He shouted after me, but I didn’t listen and sprinted straight to Dr Marie’s office.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?!” Panting for air and fueled with adrenaline, I almost kicked the door off its hinges and growled at the kind woman who has treated me ever since I came to this clinic.
“Christine, glad to see you awake.” She smiled warmly, lifting her gaze from the monitor of her computer.
“Dr Marie! What the heck!” I might have lost it a little bit, barking at my therapist. As calm as a Buddhist monk, she took off her glasses and placed them on he
