Kylo
“You seem a little out of it today Kylo, would you like to talk about what’s on your mind?”
I was snapped out of my daze now staring into brown eyes that assessed me. She was trying to see if she could figure out what was wrong just by looking at me. She was surprisingly efficient at doing so. Sometimes I wondered if she was a mind-reader. The pen lodged between her fingers rotated as she waited patiently for me to answer her. Vivid thoughts of my nightmare last night race through my head. I close my eyes breathing in deeply and exhaling on a tremulous breath.
I’m grateful that Janie understands why I act the way I do. She specializes in helping PTSD patients. It was the only reason why I accepted getting help in the first place. If I don’t want to talk she will jot things down on
