27 April 2012
Outside the sky felt like an oppressive blanket. Bruise like purple and heavy, about to smother the life out of me. I think I noticed it as it seemed to have taken on my mood and was pushing it back at me.
"we'll go for lunch after this, shall we Cords?" Dad asked chirpily as he got in the passenger seat. I didn't feel like answering. The discovery of what was on the film this morning had sucked up my last ounce of resilience . Now Dad was over compensating. Fab. "Shall we go to Pizza Express?" Asked Mum as she started the car and pulled off the drive. I didn't want to engage in this crazy and surreal version of my life. I was on the way to a doctors appointment to assess my mental state. Only I wasn't bloody mental, there was something going on though. And this something was unexplainable despite the evidence. I was covered in peck induced bruises and a film of my bedtime movements showed that I had quite simply vanished. Only to reappear later in a different location after 42 minutes. If I even hinted at this I would be whipped off as soon as I could say... Well bloody quick.
They chatted casually all the way to the surgery . Dad placed a hand on the small of my back and guided me in. Mum talked to the receptionist. Taking over me was all I could think, they think I can't manage.
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No Title......part 5 • Opuss № I