Therapists were always quick to find out the source of the problem for any person. It was a common, worldwide fact. Therapists comforted the patients with their understanding eyes as they exchange words with the relaxed patients.

Wasn't it supposed to be this way for me?

I wiggled on my seat and my fingers anxiously tapped the leather black chair as she continued to flip over my records. Thoughts of dread began to stuff up as my body had a slight shake of its own. It was like I need move, pace, just anything that included physical activity.

The atmosphere didn't make me relaxed at all. Levy would put a hand on my shaking knee to remind me to stop. I didn't notice that I bit into my fingernails until Levy lowered my hand with worry written on his face.

It was a small room that had a big globe that spun around continuously without anyone pushing it and pictures of psychological disorders along with the classic long couch that the patient had to lay on to talk about life issues.

The globe alone stressed me out and my frantic thoughts swirled like unknown math formulas begging to be released.

Dr. Alana, decisively, saw my restlessness and decided to be a gem as she stood up and offered me a water bottle that was in her drawer. I was covered in sweat and I felt nauseous because I didn't eat anything from morning till afternoon, which was now.

"So, Lia, shall we start?" she gave me a small smile as she set her eyeglasses on properly. I nodded in reply and she gave me a thumbs up before starting with the questions.

"When was the last time your hallucination occurred again?" she asked with one leg over the other professionally.

I smiled uneasily. Levy knew it too so he answered for me. "She actually had it in school today," he squeezed my hand and I gave him a squeeze in return, we sure had an unbreakable bond.

"It should have stopped by now," she thought out loud, "what are your hallucinations mainly about?"

"My mom," I muttered in distaste. I didn't like talking about her.

She stroked her hair and stopped to continue, "what was your last hallucination about?" she prodded.

"She kept threatening me and telling me that even when she is dead, she's out for me," I replied as my heartbeat raced faster than before.

My body started shaking like I was in a tantrum and Levy didn't hesitate, he quickly laid me down on the sofa adjacent to him and Dr. Alana was instantly by my side as she saw the condition I was in, writing notes down to analyze me further.

Confused cerulean eyes looked up at them alarmingly as their mouths moved and their eyes grew in horror as my hands kept scratching my neck when I struggled to breathe and my terrified hands squeezed Levy's as his frustrated face began to morph into guilt as his sad orbs stared into mine.

"You little slut!" Mom continued to slap me and my knees hit the kitchen ground. "I will make sure to fill your bath with your own blood, you whore, I never wanted you as a daughter, never have," she smiled evilly as she continued to whisper in my ear, "never will, don't ever forget that."

I sat up when Levy focused on me as he massaged my head and the tension was relieved from my body, resulting in my weakening sobs when they both embraced me.

Dr. Alana looked frightened at what she saw like Levy did, my sight was horrible and anyone would have had a concussion just witnessing my tantrums.

My tears went down my dreadfully scratched neck, making the skin burn with my red nail marks.

Dr. Alana rubbed the Fucidin Cream on my battered skin and I wailed harder in desperation because the loaded feelings of weakness inside of me brutally came out in waves of despair.

Levy held me on his lap as he wiped off the back my neck and face when I cried on his shirt, he soothed me as he rocked me gently on his lap and my eyes closed on their own.

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"Baby, we are home," he carefully says when he laid me down on the bed and began to take my jeans off so he could change me into more comfortable clothes.

I tiredly opened my eyes and closed them again as my head settled onto the pillow, the exhausting day made me drained: it started with camera lights to Dr. Alana to my demented hallucinations to the failure of my healing attempts.

It was like my destiny was to turn into someone psychotic.

I felt remorseful when I watched Levy as I opened my eyes sitting beside me with his head between his hands, I realized that I wasn't the perfect girlfriend he needed, my insecurities about not being enough encased me and I felt like I wanted to be good enough for him.

So I crawled to where he sat and straddled him when his hands touched my legs that were wrapped around him.

"Levy, I just wanted to say thank you for not giving up on me," I honestly spoke as his smile widened at my sincerity when I continued on, "you have been nothing but understanding to me and even though I hurt you so much with my words or I mess things up for you, you always had a forgiving heart, I know that I am not the best girlfriend out there, but I really am willing to try for our future, I just want you to be able to return that for me by not lying to me, hiding things behind me and get angry at me a lot of times, I want us to be happy and to stop fighting." I sighed out when I finished.

I peered up expectantly at his face only to find his lips smashed against mine.