Sunday Sessions (1)

It was that down time in July when I first saw her. She was wearing a blue dress and a pair of flip flops. She look out of place but she doesn't differ from us...she's here...one of us...so I thought...
"Any progress in the past week, Mr.Salvatierra?" Jojo, the in house psychologist asked me. I stared at him feeling empty. Progress? In a week? What the hell is he talking about? I can't sleep at night, my body shakes as it craves for the stuff, I am haunted by the ghost I made and Rupert...I still hear Rupert's voice from the ceiling, screaming at me. "Mr.Salvatierra?" Jojo asked again. Suddenly, I felt the carpet beneath my bare feet; I wasn't hallucinating. This is real, I am here on a lock down...stuck in rehab. I muster my thoughts so that I can answer him nicely and as I was about to begin and interruption came in the room, wearing a dress and flip flops. All of us turn our attention to her, she's an absolute out of place and with the look in everyone's faces...I know I'm not the only one thinking that way. She amble to the empty seat next to me, all eyes on her like they saw a glowing object but to me she's no different from all of us in this session. A piece of waste of the society thrown in here by able families either to be kept from the skepticism of their hypocrite connections or they want us to get well because they thought we are sick. She lightly settle on her seat; she smelled sweet, like I was basking in lavender and cherries. I look at her intently...it felt like I met her before...but she's too clean to be any of my acquaintance. She met my gaze and smiled back at me. I know I should feel apathy towards her but her gaze send me to confusion; there's no fear or panic. Her smile doesn't agree with what her eyes are telling me...intense depression were there. She was the first one to resign from the moment we had and turn her attention to Jojo, who repeated his question to me. "Mr. Salvatierra?" He nudge his head and raised an eyebrow at me. "I..." I pursed my lips and tried to relax "...I don't know." I respond and then I rest my back on the seat. The session ended without Jojo introducing her to the group. I was actually expecting to get her name but I couldn't bring myself to ask her. We emptied the room but she stayed. I watch her from the glass doors but she didn't do anything to amuse me, she just sat there with her eyes on the floor."Who are you? and what have you done to get in her?" I whisper the question to myself then, she looked at me like she heard what I just said; then she smiled again, it felt awkward and I step back a little and immediately drop my eyes to the floor. Who is she...