I sat in the psychotherapy office,mostly drained from all the recent events that came in a blur.
Miss Emily sat in front of me. A well adorned pale - looking woman, with thick rimmed glasses balanced on the bridge of her nose; her purple coated dotted dress touching the marble floor tiles. The light tapping of the clipboard from her pen snap me back to reality, "you didn't reply?" she said, awaiting a response "I'm sorry could you repeat the question?" I said apologetically. She looked at me with a heartwarming smile, " I said could you explain everything that happened?"
I opened my mouth to speak but nothing; i was shaken to my bones. I could feel a chill up my spine, 'what was wrong with me?'. "I guess I'll give you sometime,have some water while am gone" she said and i just stared into the glass cup as she exited the room.
I felt like i was being watched, like they were coming to get me but when?
At that moment it all started to flow back; My memories. Tears filled my eyes and ran down my cheeks. I hated myself for what had happened, i hated myself for being born. I'll never forget:
My first and worst mistake;
"CAMP THUMBERDALE"