...."Um... yeah. I have taken sleeping pills once. They- during um...pilot training I had to take them once. To stop me getting frightened at night." I lie.
Of course I took the pills to get rid of my sins. But they did not work.
"Okay; ma'am. I see your problem. Pills won't do their usual work on you." Dr Reaver says; regaining his composure.
"Um...yes" I say; attempting a smile.
"Then I might suggest aromatherapy to calm you down.
Your trauma is giving you hallucinations." Dr Reaver finishes; and gives me a card for the aromatherapy center.
After telling me to come back for a check up again; we leave.
"So.. how was it? Evie asks me.
"Great!" I say brightly.
"So; when is your flight tomorrow? "
"I have a three a.m flight for patrolling the border tomorrow. It'll last till six p.m. " I say.
"Oh.. my clinic closes at five. Well we'll meet at seven then. My place?" Evie asks.
Evie is a psychotherapist. So that explains how we met. Though she doesn't know anything about my past;she is still my best friend.
A best friend of my new life.
"Yup" I reply before going in my apartment.
* * *
I take a long bubble bath filled with my favorite orange bath salts and dye my hair.
I change into my cosy onesie and plug in my air pods playing my favorite songs.
Yep; all the Bieber songs.
This is my routine before an early flight.
I check my schedule again and my heart sinks instantly.
I am flying with my schedule matching with Drew tomorrow.
Yes; my crush-from-one-year Drew.
I don't know if he knows that I like him; but he always takes girl advice from me for his girlfriend as I am the only female pilot in the regiment.
Ugh.
Hopefully no horror today..
I think while drinking my usual nerve - calming cup of green tea.
I sink into my bed early and my eyes shut close almost at once.
* * *
AOOAHHHH.... AOOOOHHH ... YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME ..YO...I KNOW YOU CARE... JUST SHOUT WHENEVER...AND I'LL BE THERE...MY FIRST LOVE-"
I slam on my alarm clock. It reads 1:59 a.m. Yeahhh it woke me a minute early.
"I am getting up; Bieber "I say as I switch off my alarm clock altogether.
I start getting ready in my ironed uniform.
I am fixing my hair; when my lungs can't breathe and I collapse.
The chanting starts again and the woman is visible in the mirror.
Mist...Mist.... Michael and Celest -Mist....
Suddenly; realization strikes me at her words and something closed in the deep recesses of my mind begins to open again.
Michael and Celest- the names of my parents.
* * *
AOOAHHHH .... AOOOOHHH ..... YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME...YO...I KNOW YOU CARE....JUST SHOUT WHENEVER..... AND I'LL BE THERE.... MY FIRST LOVE-"
I woken up from my dream.
And the alarm clock says 1:59 a.m.
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ESTÁ A LER
Suffocated
TerrorADRENALINE RUSH IS LIKE MY ALCOHOL. I can't do it anymore now. I can't live the life that I lived. I must forget my past; I must forget what I've done. Or I will succumb to them. But my past is coming back to me. It's suffocating me. And I can't...
