My Beginning

Intro-

I sat straight up in my bed. I had broken out in a cold sweat during my slumber; not a surprise. I had screamed out, from a nightmare.... the same dream i've had for the last two months. My aunt had come into my room, to try to calm me down; just like every night. I know she's tired of me, she wished this would stop. i did too. 
She asked me of my dream, and i responded the same as every night. I'm in the car with my parents and little brother, Jack. We're having the same conversation we did that mid-March day; talking about my Uncle Randy's drunken outburst at the family cookout. We were having a good laugh, of course. My mother was in the passengers side, and Jack and i in the back. Father was retelling us the story. He was turned for too long.... We are suddenly hit, head-on. The car spins out of control; everything is flashing around me. Jack is crying, my parents are both knocked unconscious. The car tumbles over the edge of the bridge, and all too soon, we're falling. Just before we hit the water, i awake. 
On that mid-March day, three Martins died that day. I was the unlucky one who lived. 

one-

The light streaming in through my window annoys me; it's a Saturday. At 9:23, i stumble out of my bed, and shuffle towards the bathroom. My hair has become an utter disaster during the night, so i begin to brush it through. I look up at my mirror, where a picture is taped. Its of my best friend, Caylee and I. I begin to think about my old life back in Virginia again; just as i do every morning. Before the accident, my life was near perfect. I was a cheerleader, with a 4.2 GPA, perfect friends, perfect boyfriend. My little brother was quite the star athlete as well. We were the picture perfect family. 

Now here, in sunny California, i'm a nobody. I'm not cheering, i have no friends, and frankly i dont care about my GPA. I just wish to get through high school. 
After my hair, i move to my teeth. Then a shower, and i make my appearance downstairs. My Aunt Lacey is making breakfast, and my two cousins, Tracy and Lance, are eating and playing their Nintendos at the table. 
"Kids, you know the rules; know video games during meals." She sternly said, waving a spatula. They both begrudgingly closed the games and set them aside to continue eating. I ran my hand up and down the length of my arm-a nervous habit- until my arm was a shade of pink. Even after being here for two months, i don't feel as though i fit. I don't want to be here, at all, and it's obvious. With this family, in this house, in this world... 

After my family died, i was distraught. I saw no good reason to carry on with my life as though nothing had happened when truthfully, my world was shattered. I tried to commit suicide, twice. Each time unsuccessful, clearly. And though things should be getting better for me with passing time, i still feel the same way each day as i did the day i was told i was the only survivor...
Aunt Lacey flopped a pancake on my plate. I picked at it slowly, even though i wasn't hungry in the least bit. I knew that she would make me eat it even if i didn't want to. 

Today was my session with the psychologist; to help me handle my grief. I thought i had my own way of handling my pain; through cutting. But when my Aunt and Uncle found out, they insisted i speak to someone about how to handle this trauma. I personally find Dr.Auburn to be a loon, but as long as i attend my regular sessions, my Aunt and Uncle won't question me. 

I hand the plate back to my aunt, with half of the pancake remaining untouched. Tracey and Lance are back to playing their games, and they go unnoticed. Sliding out of my stool at the island counter, i slink back up the stairs to my room. My temporary room, as i so often hope. I grab my purse and locate my keys. 10:30, I'll make it in time, i think to myself. I scurry out the door, and hop in my car. They trust me enough to actually drive myself to my weekly sessions with Dr.Auburn, which i appreciate. 

When I arrive at the office, i park and walk in. It smells of mint, as usual, and i sign in at the desk. I'm not in the waiting area more than five minutes before I am brought in by Dr.Auburn. He is a tall, lofty man. Balding, and wearing his reading glasses. I sit down on the couch, he in his chair across from me. He scribbles something on his notepad, and glances up. 

"Let's begin, shall we?" he mutters. I nod, even though i know he isn't looking. 
"So how are you feeling Alba? Any better than when we last spoke?" he leans back in his chair. I sigh, as i begin to reply. "I feel fine." 
He nods knowingly, and continues. "And your eating habits, how are they?" 
Before i could whip up another lie to feed him, the door to the office flung open. "Sorry dad i just forgot my books in here and i wante-" he is cut off by his angry father. "Can't you see that i'm clearly in the middle of a session currently? Come back in fortyfive minutes." He shoves him out the door again, and shuts it. As he sits back down, he tells me we should continue. But i'm not hearing anything. I'm thinking. Thinking about this dark, tall, handsome, mysterious creature that just appeared before me. Dark brown hair, with radiant green eyes, and a medium build. All i know of him is that he is Dr.Auburn's son. 
Dr.Auburn is mindlessly asking questions, and i am only half-heartedly giving my false answers to make him happy, until the end of my session. 

As i walk out of the room, i enter the lobby. Sitting, slouched down in the seat is his son; waiting to enter the room to retrieve his books. He passes me , without so much as a glance ; figures. I watch his swift movements as he glides into the room, and i then leave. 

On my drive home, i think to myself, as i often do when driving alone. Who is that boy? Well, besides the fact that he's my therapist's son. But what is his name? Why am i so intrigued by him? What is it about his eyes? Why can't i stop thinking about him? Stop this, Alba. You're going crazy, i think. I take away nothing from my visit to Dr.Auburn. All i know, is that i now need to find his son. 

Reviews

[Jessica]

Okay i love that the way they meet is origional; not in a high school class or bumping into a mysterious stranger, but in a therapists office. I liked that. I like the majority of what you have written, but i think the intro should be more emotional. The situation is hard and when reading i i felt as though there was emotion there which should be clear and make me feel but it didnt. But well done (: other than that i like it (: