Known.

Genesis

At only six in the morning, the therapist that Malcolm had found for Zala was at the door.

Zala had already woken up. She woke up at three in the morning.

I tried to talk to her but she had her eyes fixed on the TV.

I felt like an idiot and I felt sad at the same time.

That center killed my baby's spirit.

Zala

My apparent therapist was here to talk to me.

It was too early for all this.

Her name was Monica. My mum told me her name and details before the session started by the fire place.

Her introduction was long and boring, like yah I know my mum told me.

When she got to her objectives and aims she lost me.

I started thinking about the night of torture.

This time around I managed to run free. My mind created an whole illusion that I hoped happened but didn't.

"Zala. "Monica called me leading me out of my trance.

I looked up at her and still didn't say anything. I wanted to tell her to leave and that i was okay, but no words came out.