It was time for another one of my questioning sessions. I felt like I was on some kind of trial ready to be convicted. It wasn’t as scary this time. There weren’t as many doctors around. It was just a one on one thing now. I wondered what I was going to be asked this time. I sat in the same chair that I had yesterday and waited for one of the doctors to come in. I looked around the room. It was a little more normal than the place I was staying. There actually seemed to be some life here. There was a desk covered in papers and all kinds of other stuff. It was basically mass confusion. I don’t know how they’d ever find anything if they went looking for it. There were two bookshelves covered in different kinds of books.

The doorknob turned and a middle aged woman walked into the room. She had brown hair and a friendly smile. For some reason that scared me a little. Yesterday everything seemed so unfriendly and cold.
"Hello there," she said.
"Hi," I replied.
"I’m Dr. Richardson."
She stuck her hand out and I shook it.
"Can I ask you something? Why am I here?"
"Oh, now you know why you’re here. I think you should be smart enough to figure that out."
I didn’t know what to say. I was shocked that she had gotten smart with me.
"See you know," she said again. "So why did you do this to yourself?"
"I didn’t do this to myself. I swear."
"Well then tell me who did."
"I had a flashback last night. My friends did this to me. I was at this party and..."
I went on and told the rest of the story.
"One thing. If they did this to you, why were the bottle of pills in your hand?"
"I honestly don’t know. I don’t remember anymore than what I told you."
"Well then I guess that’s it for today. You can go."
"Ok. Thanks."
I got up and walked out. I know she didn’t believe a word that I had said in there. She acted like she did, but I know she didn’t.
Why doesn’t anyone believe me? Why? I asked myself. I trudged back up the stairs. I felt like I was walking slow motion through the hallway. I stared into every room to each of side of me. I heard screaming coming from one room and the door was slammed in my face in another. I didn’t belong here and I was beginning to wonder if I belonged anywhere else in the world. What does my future hold for me? I mean, now that I was here, how was my life going to change when I got out. It had to make a turn for the worse. Who knew? Obviously I didn’t.
I finally came to my room at the end of the hallway. It was so frustrating being here. I hadn’t been outside in two days. I needed out. Despite all my rage I was still just a rat in a cage. I entered and slammed the door behind me.
Kian looked at me knowing what went on.
"Didn’t believe ya, did they?" he asked.
"Nope."
I bit my bottom lip and felt like I was about to burst into tears. Nothing would work to get me out of here. I closed my eyes and felt Kian take a step closer to me.
"It’ll be ok," he said and hugged me. There was that feeling again. A feeling of security and a feeling of being loved.
Just then, the door opened.
"Laura, you have a visitor," a woman’s voice said.
I could have sworn my heart stopped. Who was it? I let go of Kian and spun around to see who it was. Of all people it had to be Travis. And things kept getting worse.
Travis stood there widemouthed, staring at me.
"Laura, what’s going on?" he asked me.
"N-n-nothing," I stammered. "Um, nothing."
"We have to talk."
Oh, great, I thought. He’s dumping me while I’m in a mental hospital. Then, he’ll tell me he’s going out with Amy. Yep. That was how the story was going to go.

"About what?" I asked.
"Um, things, in private. Ahem," he cleared his throat for Kian to leave.
"I guess that’s the cue for me to leave," Kian replied.
"No. Stay," I said. "Travis, just say it. I don’t care what it is. Just say it."
"There’s no easy way to tell you," he paused for drama. "I think it’d be best for both of us."
"So?"
"So, I don’t think we should see each other anymore."
"You think I’m nuts, don’t you? Don’t you?"
"No. Not at all. I feel like we’re not going to be seeing much of each other in awhile and it’ll kill the relationship."
Liar, I thought. Liar, liar, liar.
"And I think it’s only fair to tell you so you don’t have any surprises when you leave here," he went on. I braced myself for the worst. "I’ve been seeing Amy."
1, 2, 3. Knock out. Bam! It felt like a punch to the face and a stab in the back.
"Thank you SO much for telling me."
"I guess that’s it then," he said.
"You’re a gutsy lad," Kian said. "Come in here and tell your girl that you’re seeing someone else."
"Um, I don’t think it’s any of your business, so stay out of it," Travis replied.
Please don’t let them get into a fight. I walked over next to Kian just in case he would go after him. Maybe I could try to hold him back. I doubted it.
"Goodbye, Laura. Amy’s waiting for me in the car," he said.
"You wait Travis. Wait ‘til you get a good dose of her. Maybe she’ll try to kill you too. But then again maybe not. Maybe you were in on trying to kill me too, huh? I hope you feel guilty for this."
"No one tried to kill you. You’re insane and you’re imagining things."
With that comment, he walked out the door and left.
"Today only gets better," I said.
"That’s all right. You didn’t need him anyway. Look at the way he did things to end it. You’re better off without him."
"Maybe. But it hurts so bad right now. He was in on it too. I know he was."
I felt so much pent up rage. I wanted to pick something up and throw it at the wall. How dare he say that I was insane!
Just let it go. Stay calm, I tried to tell myself.
I was breaking down again. Just as I had last night. I felt tears streaming down my face. Once again, he was there to catch me when I was falling.
"Why me?" I asked. "I almost die and end up here. Now my boyfriend dumps me and tells me I’m crazy. Why me? Why did this happen to me? What did I do to deserve this?"
He never answered me. He didn’t have any of the answers either. Maybe I really was going insane. Maybe Travis was right. I really did imagine everything. I just didn’t want to believe that I would do this to myself.
In another way I felt relieved. Like a huge weight was lifted from me. I didn’t have to worry about Travis anymore. He was out of my life. I felt a smile coming to my face. A smile through the tears of sorrow. Light at the end of the tunnel. I looked up into Kian’s face.
"You’re a lot prettier when you smile," he said.
I didn’t reply and stood there in each other’s company in silence. I leaned my head on his shoulder and he started to sing. The tune seemed to lull me into a trance. Just being there with him was one of the greatest feelings. There was so much love in everything he did for me.

"The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never
leave me
The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me whenever
I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all."