A/N: Going to try an experimental flashback chapter :)
Alexa POV [Flashback]
"Please at least go once and see him Lena, it would really help." My foster mother, Anne Oxford, said though the door to my bedroom. I was sat on the other side, leaning against the white frame, hugging my knees to my chest and burying my face into them. The nightmares had been going on since I had first arrived in Castor Village and it was becoming a real problem. I wasn't exactly young, I was 14, but I couldn't help it. I would wake with sweat beaded on my forehead and tears dripping down my face. God the things I'd seen. "Helena." That wasn't my name! I screamed into my knees, knowing that she was only trying to help but she would never understand. The nights she soothed me back to sleep by hushing my name made me cry more, she didn't know the real me, who I really was. No one did.
"It won't do any good." I said, remembering the last shrink I had been sent to by my last foster family. I had been diagnosed with abandonment issues and childhood trauma. They had no idea. Being in the foster system wasn't easy, but being in it and being on the run from an evil organisation trying to get you was 1000000x worse. "I don't want to be a burden."
"Oh sweety, you aren't a burden to me, or John. We just want to help you get better, these nightmares aren't healthy and neither is the paranoia." Did I forget to mention that? Ever since the attack on my last foster family and my last legend I had been very paranoid. It wasn't very good for me but again, I couldn't help it.
I bit my lower lip and realised all they were doing for me, and how I didn't want to let them down. I stood up and opened the door to see Anne smiling at me, her green eyes lit up when they happened. "It'll be fine, I promise." She put her arm around my shoulders as I wiped my eyes. "You may not be my daughter but that doesn't mean I would give you up because you've been through hell." She guided me to the bathroom and I wiped my face, my eyes were red and puffy and I looked horrible. Once I had settled down she offered to drive me to the shrink. I nodded, not wanting to let her down, she was too nice to me to do that.
I remembered what Jack had told me about the last time he had had to visit the shrink. She had been a nice middle aged woman who had given him cookies more than advice, I hoped I had her. I sat in the passengers seat, pulling the blue jacket I was wearing closer to me, the drive wasn't a long one.
While we drove Anne put on soft jazz and we sat in silence. I pondered on the thought of who I would be seeing, my hopes were a nice, kind-hearted person. That was not the case, far from it in fact. As we pulled up and got out the car she led me to the main door, opening it for me and leading me inside.
The room was nice, cream floors and baby blue walls. It reminded me of a nursery for a small child. I man I had only seen a couple of time before came in, but I recongised him as Doctor Collins from the hospital Anne worked in as a nurse, he wore brown swaid jacket on top of a white shirt and he smiled as we approached.
"Anne." He said with a grin that was half welcoming, half sinister looking and it made me feel even more paranoid. I wrapped my arms around my chest and took a seat in the waiting room while they talked like old friends. Anne pointed at me and Collins came over.
"Well, well. You must be Helena, I've heard a lot about you." I could feel my gut tighten every time my fake name was spoken but I tried to ignore it. Next I tried a fake smile that only went about half way. He eyes scanned my face as if looking for something but I assumed it was just my paranoia kicking in and I tried to pretend I wasn't suspicious of him. "Okay then, don't talk much do you?" His tone was patronising and it made me cringe behind my fake smile.
"No, she doesn't." Anne filled in for me, giving me a reassuring smile as Collins gestured for me to follow him into a room at the end of the hall. I figured he doubled as a shrink and a doctor, which wouldn't be so bad. I was almost not in a bad mood when he opened the door he had stopped at and I saw who my psychiatrist actually was. My smile faded as I looked at the man quickly pulling his feet of the desk and pushing a bottle of something off of the table.
"This is my son. Andrew." He pulled out a seat at his sons desk and allowed me to sit. I sat facing the man who in my mind looked like a cross between a hippie from the sixties and a white Bob Marley.
"Call me Drew." There was something about his voice that was off, he sounded slightly drunk to me and like he had smoked for years. Clearly he did to his dad too because for a second his cheery facade faltered and he narrowed his eyes at Drew. Anne didn't notice and neither did Drew, but I could tell these things. It was why I was such a good spy, if I was ever given the chance to be one.
Anne left after squeezing my shoulder and Collins left soon after. "See you in an hour." Anne had said to me and closed the door. Looking at drew, who had put his feet back on his desk and was looking at me inquisitively.
This was going to be the longest hour of my life.