Through Strength and Healing
By: Chocolate Milkahh
You guys have no idea how MUCH I was grinning this morning with all those reviews! My face hurt, ok xD Y'all are absolutely the most awesome people ever! I love you guys! Hugs for everyone!
Uhmm, the reader who reviewed first to be featured on this chapter will be featured in the later chapters because it's still the beginning of the story. But I promise you that you'll be in it. Hmm, maybe I can add another character in…(sound off in the reviews if you wanna be a supporting character in the story)
Well, without further adieu, here's chapter three!
Cause of Death belongs to Electronic Arts
Chapter Three
We both entered my apartment, relieved to be out of the public's eye but still aware of what just happened. Mal set me down on my bed and he sat next to me, combing my hair back with his fingers. While I continued crying, he wiped some tears away and sighed.
"Natara…what did Genevieve do to you? For these memories to be coming out is bad enough, but to have them come out while you're out trying to enjoy yourself… I want you to go see a Psychiatrist."
A Psychiatrist? My head shot up to look at him. Eyes blood shot from crying and insufficient amount of sleep, I gave him a terrified look. "N-no…no, you know I don't like those cretins. I'll be fine, Mal. Just, please don't." My voice cracked at the last sentence. The expression on his face made me want to start crying even harder.
"Natara, look at you. You're not yourself and these flashbacks are taking a huge toll on you. You have to see a-"
"No, I don't want t see a damn psychiatrist!" I stood up and stormed out of my room before he can say anything. He doesn't have to worry so much about me. The flashbacks will fade out eventually. I'm just suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, that's all.
After taking care of Joseph Wayans, I didn't come back to Genevieve, instead I just went out for a drive. I was disappointed in myself for killing a family man. I honestly never thought I'd have the guts to do such a thing.
Thinking about what I did to him made me think of his family. Those poor souls will be horrified at what they'll find once they get back home later. But those weren't the only people who flashed through my mind…
Mom, Dad, Neha…oh god, what will they think of me when they find out I did this? Will they still love me or will they back off at the sight of me. The thoughts that will go through their minds once they see me…
Amy, Kai, Jeremy, Blaise, Captain Yeong, Ken….Mal.
What would they think of me, now? My fellow co-workers who I know are trying their damn hardest to find me. Especially Mal. My partner and best friend. Damn…if only he knew how much I've missed him the whole time I was…
I had to force myself not to think of him when I did those things. If I had, his looks would be judgmental, disgusted, terrified. What if he thinks of me that way once I tell him what I've been doing? He'll hate me. I don't want to lose my best friend over something like this.
I wiped my tears away with the sleeve of my blazer. I hate this. I hate feeling this way, being this way. Oh, Mal, please help me…
Mal's POV
I hated seeing Natara like this. I have no idea what Genevieve put her through, but I know it isn't good.
Natara just stormed out of the apartment and I ran my hands through my face and hair. What am I gonna to with her..she means so much to me and it pains me to see her this way. I pick up my phone and dial Amy's cell. I have to round up her friends and family to at least try to convince her to get some help.
"Mal? Is everything ok?" Boy was I glad to hear her voice.
"Hey, Amy. Listen, I need you and the rest of the gang to come over to Natara's apartment. She needs our support to help get through this. I tried convincing her to go get help but she just stormed out."
I can sense the frown forming on Amy's face as I tell her this. "What made her storm out so suddenly?"
"I…I told her that if she wanted to feel better, that she should go see a psychiatrist. I care about her and I want her to be better but she needs to go get help." I felt my voice crack a little as I told her this.
"Of course, Mal, we'll do anything we can to help her. Alright, we'll be over in a few, just let me tell the others." I hear Amy roll her computer chair back, standing up to go tell the others.
"See you guys then. And Amy…thanks. I appreciate it and I know she will, too when she recovers." My voice cracks again, but this time, accompanied with a smile.
"Aww, it's no biggie. See you soon, ok?" She's such a trooper. I know I can always count on our mousy little Data Analyst.
"Bye."
"Bye."
We hung up and I waited patiently for their arrival.
Natara's POV
After walking for about and hour, my legs feel like weights that need to be lowered. I huff out in frustration that I didn't take my car and start walking back to my apartment.
Going to a psychiatrist is really the best thing for me to do but I absolutely hate going to a doctor. I was a Criminal Profiler, I know all about getting into someone's mind. Maybe I can cure myself from PTSD.
"Who needs a psychiatrist when I have my own knowledge."
Before I knew it, I was back in my apartment. I climb up the stairs and take out my keys to open the door. I lift my hand to open it when I hear a chorus of chatter. But…I left Mal in there by himself. Damn.
Damn….
I forcefully opened the door to find my friends of the SFPD all looking back at me, frozen in place.
Oh my, a cliffhanger! ::backs up slowly::
Don't fret, for I'll be updating tomorrow or Wednesday. Happy reading!