The RV engine turns off. She’s facing the building where her new therapist awaits. Is this a good idea? Could the preacher be right? Could her Mother be right? Did she make a mistake leaving them behind, cutting them off, and starting this new life? She felt fear and regret filling her stomach and quickly lifting into her throat and leaving a painful knot that she couldn’t swallow back down. She thought about starting the vehicle back up and leaving. Going back to her old life where things were familiar and giving up this fantasy she dreamed up for herself. But then she felt a presence lay a hand on her shoulder and assure her this was right. This was what she needed. That she could do this. Was this the God she believed in? Her inner subconscious? Mother nature? She didn’t know. But she knew it felt right. Like the path should take for the better of her existence. Her ability to live without the constraint of her traumatic past. A life free of pain and healing from tragedy. The life she deserved to live. So, she opened the car door, stepped out, walked to the entrance, and went in.
“Hello. Good morning! Name and Date Of Birth, please.”
“Um. Uh. Uh. Emmarie Vette Hillton. 10-31-92.”
“A Halloween baby. How cool!”
“Yeah.” Emmarie said with a little nervous giggle.
The receptionist smiles, “Have a seat. Mrs. Hilton. The Provider will be with you shortly.”
Emmarie walks to a seat in the corner of the room. Sits down and fiddles with her fingers. Her anxiety builds up and leaves tension in her body as the analog clock ticks, ticks, ticks as she waits.
“Emmarie Hilton”, a voice calls.
She gets up. And takes slow steps towards the waiting nurse with a clipboard in hand. Draws a deep breath. Then the door closes behind her and echoes a loud bang through the empty hallway. It looks a million feet long. The lights are bright and blinding. There’s no going back now. The rest was history.
Cede Dawn Chronicles 
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