Old Days Break Free [On Hold]

Buckle Up Hoes

Lorraine's POV

"What do you feel when she comes during that moment?"

It felt so familiar yet so strange.

"I feel safe... As If I'm being saved." Just earlier, I had been sitting with Theron in a cozy restaurant, our conversation flowing effortlessly, and now, I found myself in the stark, sterile environment of the hospital once again, having yet another session with Doctor Brent.

The sudden shift in atmosphere was dizzying.

The pounding headache I had experienced earlier was so intense, it almost knocked me out cold.

Thankfully, my body held strong yesterday, or else I might have collapsed right there in the middle of the restaurant.

After that dizzying episode, Athena insisted I rest in her clinic before bringing me here.

Now, as I sat across from Doctor Brent, I was struggling to make sense of it all.

"These hallucinations you’re talking about—did they ever happen to you during your childhood?" Doctor Brent's voice cut through my thoughts, calm but probing.

I shook my head firmly. "No, they didn’t," I replied, almost immediately, the desperation creeping into my tone.

His question felt heavy, as if he were digging deeper than the surface of my current mental state. He was searching for roots, for origins I didn’t think existed. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to go that deep.

"Am I really okay? I mean... it’s getting worse. I’m seeing things that feel so real, but they never happened to me. Yet, it feels like they did—like they’re memories," I admitted, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration. I didn’t care anymore if I sounded crazy.

All I wanted was for these visions, these hallucinations, to leave me in peace.

Doctor Brent smiled kindly, setting his paperwork aside.

His gaze softened, and he leaned forward slightly, a gesture that felt like he was trying to reach me, not just as a doctor, but as someone who understood.

"You’re doing better than you think, Lorraine," he reassured me gently.

"All you need is time, patience. Trust the process. Be honest with yourself. It’s all part of the journey."

I sighed, rubbing my temples.

"Time, patience..." I repeated under my breath, as though those words alone would ease the unease building inside me.

I adjusted my posture, trying to steady myself, though I couldn’t shake the tension coiled in my chest.

The session dragged on for another hour, and by the time Doctor Brent finally dismissed me, I was emotionally drained.

I stepped out of the clinic, my mind still swirling with thoughts, only to be startled by the sight of Jezreel waiting for me outside.

Her presence, so unexpected, sent a ripple through my already frazzled nerves.

She greeted me with one of those wide, disarming smiles that seemed to light up her whole face.