Ana's therapist

The bright street lights flickered as I was strolled through them. The blazing, luminous white light of the full moon shone brightly in this never-ending, cloudy darkness I was bestowed to walk on after what it felt like years staying in that private school and then heading back home in my dads expensive car, however today I ditched the driver and ran away from the back side of the school. Time passed quickly and I couldn't even notice how much time I had spent on these dreadful, dirty streets. Every now and then getting ugly, piercing stares from people seated on the rocky ground, their poor posture, red eyes and clothing had given me the idea of this street as now I was heading back to my luxurious mansion. The warm cigarette slipped away from my bruised lips, throwing it down, I puffed out one last foggy breath before stomping on that cancer I was bound to do every day. With the back of my hand and the gruesome texture of my shirt, I wiped my dry lips which by now must have been bloodied especially from all the biting and violent ripping I had been continually doing it all the day long. My heavy eyes lifted up, trying to stay awake at least till I reach my neighboured because this area was quite corrupted and dirty, even after countless warnings dad had given me I still came here as an awful memory was stored in this unpleasant town. Numerous cars passed by the like the thunderous storm drifting by in this moist air, it wasn't cold neither hot. But I was yet shivering. I walked back home, the journey was long but I had to after so many months I had finally got to release my inner demons. I was empty now but I knew they would come back tomorrow morning when I open my eyes to the scorching sunlight. • - • "Ana, you have to wake up. It's 7:45, you are going to miss your first class if you don't get up." Instead of hearing one of the maid's voices I heard mom's sweet voice ringing my ears, which had forced me to open my eyes and look at her. I sat up on the bed and she sat next to me, with a smile as I looked at her with confusion. "Why isn't Cora here? Don't you have some work to do?" I questioned, slipping to the washroom and washing my face. "Is that how you talk to your mother?" She asked as I brushed my teeth, stopping instantly when she stood behind me like a frozen statue, that's what she is a f*****g rock in my life. Her back straightened out and her hands folded showed me how much did that private school had worked. 'And she wanted me to become like that.' I rolled my eyes at that thought. "Not today, please go do something else. I can get ready by myself." I whispered to her, hopefully, she heard me which was unusual and after a minute of giving me a burning look she left my room. I slipped on my clothes and grabbed my bag before heading out of the room, it was hectic night yesterday after arriving back from that town but somehow I did pass out after cleaning the washroom floor filled with blood. The cuts did sting when I slipped on jeans but I was used to it. We get used to everything by time. I held my bag on my shoulders and gave a small, soft tap to my thighs where the painful marks were placed. I walked downstairs, glancing at the maids and giving them a smile in return for what they do for us. I slip past the dining room and the kitchen so my parents couldn't notice me leaving without having my healthy breakfast.... I was on a diet and they won't ever understand anything. The weather out was cold and chilling, I scrolled through all the cars to find the driver sitting in the last one. Once I reached that particular car, I threw my bag inside and sat down. "Please go fast, I don't want dad to notice that I left without saying a bye." I ordered and he nodded his head. The roads were clear, some cars drove away but it was rare, no one was really walking around. The streets were in complete silence. The sun was out, shining brightly and as it came to my side, I took my chance and jumped to the other of the car where I could be seated in the darkness. "Yesterday, after school, I was searching for you but you weren't anywhere." He confessed, doubtfully. "I was at my friends house," I said after a minute of eerie silence. My eyes didn't look at him, instead I was staring at the trees outside. "Just as I thought, I told you parents that only but next please tell me or else I will get in loads of trouble." He said, taking a left turn. Through the mirror I nodded my head and then continued to stare at the buildings, all in once collecting in front of me. When we finally reached the hell, I crawled out of it and walked inside the golden gates of 'the memory private school'. I couldn't deny the fact that it was wonderful but it was impossible to know what exactly happened inside these expensive painted walls. The cold breeze from the air conditioner graciously invited me in, it did every time. The lady sitting on the reception smiled to me and so did the teachers that passed by me, however, I was to lazy to answer each and every of them. I hated them all. Before I could even possibly reach my first class, I was pulled inside a dark room by a rough hand. I immediately yelped when someone touched me and as the lights were switched off in the room. I couldn't make out anything expect for darkness. "Rise and shine, baby." The extremely bright eyes blinded me as they were switched on. I spun around to find the source of this voice and as I knew it was him. With folded hands, he sat on the teachers table and a playful smile was placed on his lips. "We have some things to clear, don't we Ana?" He questioned, coming down from the table and talking slow steps towards me. My heart jumped for a second but no fear ran across me, I shut my eyes close before calming down and as I opened them he stood in front of me. Staring inside my soul. "I have no money to give you!"