After the incident, Chelsea went back home. She left her bedroom door open. She was too scared to lock it.

When her attention drifted from her trembling fingers to her bed, she realized that she left her bag in the car.

'It was not real,' she said looking at herself in the mirror. 'I will go to Dr. Foster and it will all go away.'

'Chelsea? Are you in your room?' Chelsea heard her mother calling her.

She quickly wiped the tears off her face and ran her fingers through her hair.

Carolina knocked on the door. 'Hey, can I come inside?'

Chelsea sat on the bed and took two more seconds to calm herself. 'Yes, come in.'

Carolina appeared inside the room. She was still in her night clothes. Her eyes looked like she needed some more sleep. 'I thought you already left.'

Chelsea leaned back. 'I was leaving, but then I thought maybe I should take a day off.'

'Oh, why? Are you okay?'

'Yes, I am. Just a little tired. I have to submit assignments this week. Maybe I can finish them.'

'Okay. I'm going to call David and take the day off,' Carolina's voice sounded almost like a whisper.

'No, you don't have to do that. I will be fine,' Chelsea said in a rush. 'We both know how much you love your work. Besides you have a fashion show coming this weekend, right?'

Carolina came forward and sat on the chair beside the bed. 'Yes. It's a hectic month. David can't move a muscle if I'm not there.'

'Wow. Sounds rough.'

'Wait till I tell you about the models.' Carolina tried to be funny.

Chelsea knew they would soon run out of topics to discuss. She checked the time on her phone and said, 'You are going to get late.'

'Yes.' Carolina sighed.

Carolina got up from the chair and smiled at Chelsea before reaching for the door.

'Hey, mom?'

Carolina turned. Chelsea saw the happy look on her mother's face like she was expecting Chelsea to force her or at least say once that she needed her mother to stay with her. That she wanted to spend some time with her.

'I can see Dr. Foster this Friday.' Chelsea said.

'Okay,' Carolina said. 'if you want to see him that's okay, but you don't have too if you don't want to.'

Chelsea nodded. 'I want to.'

'Okay. I will.' Carolina left, shutting the door behind her.

Chelsea went to the bathroom and leaned towards the mirror. She checked her face. Her skin looked pale and dry. She ran her fingers on her arms.

Chelsea almost zoned out when her phone in her jeans pocket vibrated twice. She pulled her phone and checked her screen.

One missed call from an unknown number and a text from the same.

'Sorry if I'm bothering you again, but I just wanted to make sure that you got home safe. Call me or text me. No pressure.' -Cedric.

Chelsea read the message quickly like she was just scanning the words and not really understanding them. She was too messed up to talk to anyone.

The thought of talking to a psychiatrist made her tensed. A doctor would be the last option she planned to share her secrets with, but she had no other options left.

'I am not going to tell him everything,' she said looking at the mirror. 'I just need some pills and it will all go away.'

She was trying to convince herself that once she sees the doctor everything will be back to normal.

'Normal' sounded like an overrated word to her.

Chelsea stared at Andrew's pictures stored on her phone.

There was one photo, Chelsea liked the most. In the photo, Andrew was sitting on their front lawn, pulling grass and laughing at something. He was not aware that Chelsea was taking his photo. She wanted to use it to tease him.

She felt better whenever she saw his picture. She felt safe.