Melokuhle

Being back home was weird, everyone was being too much as if they were afraid I might break.

My dad cleared his throat making me look up from my plate of pasta which has been my favourite but now I could barely stomach it.

“We, me and your mother, thought that maybe you should see a therapist.”

“Why?” I asked as I dropped my forked “There’s nothing wrong with me.”

My dad looked at my mom as if to ask for some support “We know, it will help to talk to someone about what you went through.” My mom added.

“How about one session and if you don’t like it then we can leave it, okay?” My dad asked.

I nodded as I got up “I’m tired.” I said as I headed to my room.

I could not think straight, it had been 4 hours since I have been back home but all I could think about was Melusi.

I closed the door behind and threw myself on the bed and hugged my teddy; each time I closed my eyes I would see him no matter how much I tried to block him from my mind he was all that I saw.