A little story about me

I sat down in one of the comfy chairs in the psychologist's office. "Hey, Doc. I'm just going to go ahead and tell you my story if thats okay." "Yes of course." she said.

"I am a type A personality. I like things neat and orderly. I hate when I walk in a room and something is off centered. I can not leave that room until it is fixed. I have not ever cursed. I don't drink beer and I certainly DO NOT party. Well until I met the guy. "

"My best friend is the complete opposite of me and she drives me insane but she keeps me humble. Anyway, The night I met this man I took my friend bar hopping because she needed a DD and I don't drink so I was the optimal choice. she had wanted to do something different. So instead of going around to all of the local bars. I drove out to the city. I was starting to get really bored. My friend was begging me for one more bar. I didn't want to make a scene so I conceded.

He was at the last bar. I didn't know it yet. My friend was piss drunk by this point and she was starting to get on my nerves. She pulled me onto the dance floor and twirled around me. I tried not to look like a stiff bored but I was also mad and drunk smelly people were touching me. It was so gross. We squeezed out of the crowd of people and I tripped right into his arms. I felt so bad.

'I am so sorry' I apologised to him. He brushed a hair from my face without saying a word. It was the fact that he cared to put the fallen strand of hair back in it's place that had my knees weak. I was acting like I was drunk and I couldn't figure out why. I needed my friend sober so I could talk to her.. I looked around instantly aware of everything. Where the fuck did she go?"
The psychologist gave me a look. "I know I told you I don't curse. Well I didn't but something is changing inside of me and I don't know what it is. It's scary and it's the reason I'm here." I told her before continuing with my story.

"So I couldn't find her I pushed the mystery guy away from me and started shoving my way through people calling her name. 'Illiana!' I screamed over the crowd. She was no where to be found. I ran outside and did a lap around the building. No illy! I was about to start hyperventilating when Mystery man came up behind me. 'need help finding someone' he asked me. 'my friend, her name is Illiana. She's super drunk and I don't know where she is. I need to bring her home.' I said in a panic. He nodded and put his hand on my back. 'alright just breath for a second. Now tell me, what does she look like.' he had asked me. 'Well, she has really curly brown hair, milk chocolate brown eyes, and she wearing a crop top and faux leather leggings with these studded hooker shoes.' 'hooker shoes?' he asked me 'only a hooker would wear them.' I said harshly. He just laughed. 'alright, we do this together.' he said holding his hand out to me. I nodded and took his outstretched hand. We went inside together. He spotted her coming out of the bathroom but it wasn't her. I went to check the bathroom anyway. While I did he asked the bartender if he'd seen her. She just fucking disappeared. I am such a shit friend.

I couldn't leave this bar until I found her. I was supposed to protect her. As everyone was getting kicked out I found her cell phone. If anything maybe she'd gotten arrested. I know that's not the case but at least I would know she's safe. I went outside to my car. Nothing! I am screwed. I was totally freaking out! Mystery man found me. He was with a friend of his. I smiled at the friend. He took my phone and added his contact information so If I needed his help he would be around for awhile. His name he put in my phone was CC. I wondered what that stood for. I called the number so he had mine. 'My name is Sarah.' I know super generic but I love my name its just as simple and perfect as I am. I have this pet peeve... I absolutely cant stand weird names it makes no sense. Who in their right mind would name a kid flower, or blue? or even something like LaKeisha. It's just weird and no kid wants to grow up an outcast.

Sorry, I always get side tracked. It wasn't until a few days later that I got a clue. Illiana's phone went off. I didn't recognise the number and I had been watching repeats of law and order so I knew it would be him, her captor. Well I was close. It was Illy. 'Hello?' she said into the phone I gasped at hearing her voice. 'Illy? Illy are you okay? Oh Mi God, where the fuck are you? what happened?' 'Shhhh...., I don't know. I think its a basement. The guy left his phone. I couldn't remember your number so I hoped you found my phone. I'm okay. he feeds me. I'm just cold, S. Please come find me.' she whispered. 'Illy, I am going to alert the police. Call me the next time you can. Make sure you hide the phone. I love you. Stay strong for me. you'll be home soon.' I had told her. I was freaking out. I called CC and told him everything. We called the cops together after we met up at a coffee shop. I gave them the number that called and Illys phone number. The police said they would monitor the two numbers. They said if she or her captor called just add the police to the call and they would track her.

It sounded so easy. Why couldn't they just track the phone anyway? I don't know. I felt a little better now that I knew Illy was somewhere and not dead in an alley. Oh I forgot to mention that I did in fact file a missing persons report the night Illiana went missing. Sorry..." I told her. she looked at her watch and signaled it was the end of our session. "Thanks, We'll continue the next time I see you." I told her. I shook her hand and left the office. time to enjoy the nice day with my best friend. She was in a wheel chair out front waiting for me.

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