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It was a dreadful afternoon, big droplets of rain fell directly on my face and clothes. I tasted the droplets that mixed with my tears, the tears I cried after the incident. The pain in my foot was excruciating. It caused me to make a big decision of whether I should visit you or not. I decided I would. I limped towards my bright, blue car where my bony, body collapsed onto the seat. I started the engine up but at the same time being cautious of my bleeding foot. I then drove to the destination where I was bound to meet you. I was bound to meet you after three years of counselling from my last appearance with you. I guess all I can remember is the scarring....
When my friend introduced me to you. My friends were so obsessed and entangled by the wonders you did for them. If I can recall they said you took them to new places and down new paths. They talked about how you healed their sorrows and pain. I could not resist the temptation. Never once did I talk to my parents about my encounters which were influenced by you. What a fool I was. You severely disheartened my life, turned me evil. All my ambitions that inspired me were lost. You and your sharp eyes stabbed me right in the arm. It also stabbed the people I loved right in the arm too. Although, it was so amazing how dependent on you I was during my youth. These memories still sting like a violent slap across the face.
Now, facing you today is such a hard task to overcome....
I pulled into the driveway and staggered into the loud, large and mysterious place. I was surprised at how many people were there. It could have been about twenty or so. I would not know because I am not highly educated. My education actually collapsed after being involved with you. I put all my attention and focus towards you. I can’t count the amount of times I missed class or skipped school. Whilst thinking of this, a young girl came strolling over. She had dark, long hair, brown eyes and a slim figure nearly identical to my own appearance. She wore a white garment matched with pure, silk shoes. Her glamour attracted people from all directions. She looked about twenty five years old.
The room was foreign to me, I recognised little. The sun outside was dark it just barely shown through the window. I smelt the air around me. It smelt different to other places; a dead smell. The distant noises began to stir my imagination, noises of cries and swift running feet. I was afraid, not only because of the atmosphere but because you were there! The young woman began to walk directly towards me again.
"Hello Beth how are you?" she exclaimed.
"I am fine, I was actually here to..."
"I know, I know. I must reassure you from last time, he doesn’t hurt."
Although, she assured me about you, I was still weary. She didn’t know what you did to me. She didn’t know my past. The assertive and intelligent girl walked away, ensuring me I would be next in line. Quick thoughts ran through my mind and my roaring body which was about to explode. Hesitant thoughts. Is there another alternative? The thoughts of seeing your face again. The thoughts of the word damage, this word in relation to you. I knew I was next so I trampled across the soft textured floor towards the door. When I entered, I sat on a large arm chair that supported my frail body. The confident girl who assisted me went to get you. Help! I’m getting more than worried now. The adrenaline that passes through my body is now unbearable. I can feel the thin hairs on my arms and legs turn to goose bumps. I can’t help but hold my breath when, I see you enter the room. It seems the girl has drawn a passion to you. Her hands are all over you. I guess that was how I felt three years ago. Though, she works with you every day. You
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