Chapter Forty: Present: Therapist: The Living

I hadn't let them speak or ask questions in a while since I had to allow myself to sync deeper into the memories. I needed to allow myself to see everything as clearly as daylight but at the same time, I could feel my body shiver from all the things that had happened.

But I had to remind myself not to rush by getting to the point just because I didn't want my body to fall back into a tremor. They had no idea what had happened to me, every person only saw me because of what I did. Because of the lives, I took to protect…

I looked to my side and immediately locked eyes with Alex, who was, by the way, was staring at me with wonder and curiosity.

"What?" I asked, turning completely towards him.

"You must be interesting as hell when you drunk?" Alex said with a snort.

"Oh, you have no idea." I laughed.

"Were you always consuming alcohol?"