XAVIERS CLAIM

My name is Ivy Black

Ivy POV

They say that life is unpredictable.

You never know when somethings going to happen

In the blink of an eye it can all be over.

There are thousands of risks we take everyday.....

Risks that can cause your downfall....

So the question is why do we take them anyway?

The simple answer? To live life to the fullest.

The more complicated one? For love.

What is love essentially? People define it as “an intense feeling of deep affection”. But to me...love is what people use to betray, conspire and blackmail others. It’s a tool of pure pleasure but more often that the other a tool of destruction. One that will rip open your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor while onlookers stare blankly stating “its all for love...its normal”

My life was perfect. 

I had everything.

Then he came.

Like a storm smashing down all my walls, ones i had fought so hard build.

He was beautiful. Smart. Funny. Perfect. I was happy. What could possibly go wrong? 

The answer ?

Everything.

And you want to know the f****d up thing?

After a year of torture and betrayal,

I loved him.

How can i not?

He was my soul mate.

The man i wanted to spend my whole life with.

So there you go Casey that’s my life so far what’s up with you?

My therapist, Cassie, looked up from the black spiraled bound book she was just seconds ago vigorously writing notes on.

“We are not here to talk about me Ivy” She responded pushing back the red lock of hair that graced her face “This session is solely for you...after all you are paying a great deal of money” Damn therapist talking in riddles all the f*****g time. 

I scoffed and looked out the transparent window. Mondays were always a busy day, people bustling around  desperately trying to reach their work places on time. If only they knew how simple they had it. How easy they f*****g had it. 

“Ivy?”

“Mmmm?”

“You zoned out again.”

“Huh? Sorry just thinking i guess”

“That’s quite alright. Why don’t we talk about your nightmares?”

I stiffened. 

A chill crept up my spine.

No matter how bad the days were the nights were always worse.

“In out last session you spoke about how its been a while since u had a good sleep?”

I sighed and replied

“Yep it’s been a while. The nightmares are getting more vivid i suppose”

“And these nightmares how you describe them?”

“Recurring”

“Recurring Ivy?”

“Yes its always the same one.”

“What about the meditation I recommended? Does it help?”

“The anxiety pills do....meditation not so much”.

Cassie smiled at me and nodded before writing something down.

The distant bell sounded off in the distance and i knew our session was over.

I got up and thanked Cassie before walking out of the room.

Your probably confused right now

What happened to this poor girl your thinking

Why is she so broken?

My name is Ivy Black and this is MY story.