I paused for a second. "I don't remember where, but, I saw a teenage boy on the street and walked out of my car tapping him on the shoulder and… and he turned around," I chocked covering my mouth.
Gracie sat beside me rubbing my back. "I just know it's him he disappeared out of plain air. I don't know if I'm just crazy, I actually saw him, or it's just for missing Cole to much."
I put my head down crying.
She continued patting my back. "Don't take this the wrong way but, have you ever considered taking therapy?" Gracie asked.
"Yea, I have but, I never got an appointment," I stated.
"It's this girl I know. She's very good about these type things. She's like a Psychic. Her name is Sarah White. She's a therapist and there is a possibility she could help you."
I walked into my office setting all kind of therapy files on my desk. I sat down laying my head against my chair. My head is killing me, it's pounding, like something is beating against my brain or something. I pulled out some Tylenol and drunk it down with water.
Suddenly the door was yanked open by my boss. "Sarah, there is someone that wants to see you…apparently her friend told her about you and she won't take no for a answer," he said all in one breath.
"I thought your supposed to have an appointment first," I stated confused.
"Yea, well, I don't think she got the memo," he sat down on the seat across from me and sighed rubbing his eyes.
"What's the problem?"
"She thinks she can see her dead boyfriend."
"Bring her in."
I walked in sitting right across from Sarah. I knew I looked like a mess. My hair was messed up, I had bags under my eyes, I was wearing jogging pants and a tee shirt with a grey jacket.
Sarah sat across from me and gave me a sad smile.
"What's your name sweet heart? And how old are you?" she asked typing away on her laptop.
"Callie Smith and I'm 17, I'm turning 18 in less then a month," I stated with no emotion. "Please. I want this to be kept between me and you."
"No, I won't tell anyone what we talk about. Everything we talk about will be kept in this room."
I sighed a breath of relief. I looked away from her but, it was only for a second.
"First, let me introduce myself. I'm Dr.White but, you can call me Sarah."
I nodded giving off a small smile. 'She is nice,' I thought.
"Ok, let's get started. First, I need information so, I can know how to help you."
I sighed. "My boyfriend died a few weeks back and the day after his wake and funeral, I saw him." She leaned forward and I continued. "I love him a lot we did everything together but, I don't want people to think I'm crazy, I don't want to be crazy."
"Did you see him just that one time after his death?" She asked.
I nodded trying not to cry.
"If you don't mind me asking… how did he die?"
"He got thrown in a lake, h-he was murdered," I chocked.
"D-do you know who did it?" She asked. If I knew she was just going to make me feel worst I would've never came.
"N-no," I said finally breaking down.
She didn't make no sign of movement. "This is common, usually when someone don't know how they got killed they come back to the person they care most about and he won't leave you alone until you figure out who did this to him," She explained.