Derek
*Terry*
I had just finished taking my bath as I walked into my bedroom. I am exhausted especially after the long therapy session with my new psychologist, George Hernandez. I despise the sound of his name and I wish I could get rid of him, but I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about Derek’s son who was taken away from him. I feel indebted to him, since I also partook in ruining his life.
I sat on the bed and stared at my mother’s necklace. “Mom, I am scared,” I whispered. “I am scared of what they will do to me. I hate medicine and injections. All I want is to see you again, so please tell me what to do?”
A tear dropped from my eyes. I leaned in silence hoping to hear even if it were a whisper of her voice but the room remained as quiet as a cemetery. I wiped my eyes and lay on the
