a sigh escaped the brunette’s lips as her shoulder’s slouched, eyes casting downward as she thought of all the nights she’d spent trying to get an ounce of restful sleep, only to be plagued by memories of death and destruction in her once peaceful revere of slumber. nodding slowly, her lips sucked between her teeth. since jurassic world, her already substantial multitude of doctors only became bigger as she needed to see different specialists and therapists for everything. what made it worse was her father somehow was blaming himself for everything, like he could have stopped her from being there. he might have been the one who left the magazine out for her to find out about the contest, but he wasn’t the one who chose her essay to be the winner, nor was he the one who chose the date she was to go to the park. perhaps even he was having nightmares, but only of what could have happened which, she assumed for a parent, was a different kind of torture. “ going to therapy helped... but it seems like progress stinted. every time i think i take a step towards... moving on, something triggers me-- i get some email that passes through the filters to talk about it, or classmates or people who live in my town whisper gossip a bit too loudly about what I must have gone through--and i feel like i’ve fallen two steps back. ” she pauses again to mull about her thoughts to grasp the right wording. there was just so much to say, but most of it refused to come to light. it was just too raw still, but somehow it helped to talk to zach--someone who went through it all with her and understood. “ my essay was plastered all over the news. i-i’ve refused to even look at it. because--well, i don’t think i’d change a word of what i wrote. does that make me some sort of robot? that despite everything, i--” words tapered off as she let out a sigh and shook her head. “ sorry, i got away from myself. how are you? i mean--silly question, but the sentiment is still the same. ”
