CHAPTER 11: They Met!

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HANNAH

“Girls, I have to visit something.”

Right after our shift at the clinic, Lexy wanted to chill out and asked us to visit a coffee shop because her head was aching badly due to the psyche report we did a while back.

Well, to be honest, it was really tiring assessing reports and writing the results in a way that would be superb and sublime. The two were begging me to join them, so I did. But I mentioned that I would not stay longer because I had to send additional reports to Ms. Martinez, our Internship adviser. And I promised to visit her at school on Friday. So, never would I visit her without anything on my hand. Well, Ms. Martinez was aware of my abilities to cure people’s emotion and she called me, “the Emotion Healer”.

So, after seconds of explaining my condition, they concurred. So we went to Spill The Coffee shop, just near to where we usually meet before going to the clinic. I order frappe because I liked it compared to hot or just cold coffee; I even loved extra whip cream. So did they. We will never be bestfriends without a reason, so we like chocolate frappe with extra whip cream. So, while just looking somewhere outside, I sense that they were really tired. Though, I was but not as exhausted as how they looked like.

“So, tell us Hannah, why it was easy for you to write a psyche report?” Roz asked a serious question.

Hearing her question made me sigh heavily because I, myself, didn’t know why. Or maybe I knew but I never wanted to disappoint them with the truth that I was really good in what I was doing. So, instead of telling them the truth, I just told her that, “It’s something we could all learn, or maybe we excel in different things and mine was doing psyche report”.

Roz agreed but I felt that she wished she could do better in creating reports.

“How does it feel talking in front of a client and telling them the result?” Lexy posted another question.

Well, to be honest, I was a bit nervous but excited at the same time. I never wanted nervousness to manipulate my performance, so I did talk to myself before anything else and I just conditioned myself, focused to what I was about to say than to what I feel. It was really nice experience and I felt like I was already professional, most especially we were wearing white gowns, you would literally feel that you’re one of them, that you were already working and helping people out.

“Did Doc Caroline help you?” Follow-up question by Lexy.

“No, she just said I just had to explain what was written on the report, and that’s that!”

When I felt that the two became so disappointed about their first performance, I decided to leave them. So, I hugged them, and left the coffee shop at once.

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THEON

To feel the pressure was just a rare scenario on my part, to think that I was living a light life, and when pressure hit me, it really hit me too hard. The pressure I had to deal with when my father told me about taking over the company was just one of them but I handled it well. Another pressure was sent when my parents wanted to have me a baby, which was really ridiculous, and I drank myself to sleep to forget everything.

handled such situation in a different way but that pressure from my academic life was something I was not prepared to face off. I thought I had still time to do it but then, I was in shock knowing that I had to pass it at once. When my father allowed me to stay and study at home, I promised to be a good student. And I never failed to show that as time passed by, that’s why that pressure was linked to my father’s expectation. And I had no choice but to do it right away.

When we got there, I headed my way to the marketing area. I was happy because there were less people in the library and on that area, but upon checking the book about the psychology of marketing, I failed to find one which can help me with activity. So, I went to the psychology area where, gladly, nobody was there. So, I freely roamed around to see some books I need for the activities. Luckily, I found one. I wanted to go back to where I usually sit, but it was too far from the psychology area, so I decided to stay there and read more points.

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HANNAH

While paving my way to the library, I was still thinking about my friends who were disappointed at their performance a while ago but thanks to my magic because somehow, I made them feel fine when I hugged them and for sure they would thank me tomorrow about what I did.  I guessed, they felt a bit better and somehow they would realize that tomorrow is another story. So, while thinking about them, I didn’t even realize that I was already there. So, I went inside and listed my name on the record book.

I was also fond of library because I also love books, not to mention I also love learning. It was a month ago when I visited the library, when had our research. And since it was done, and I was busy preparing for my internship, I seldom paid a visit not until, Ms. Martinez asked me to research  more about my abilities which I had no clue how was I supposed to do that.

The library was really huge and It amazed me every time I got the chance to visit it. I didn’t even know how much books that library hoard, maybe thousands or millions or billions, I don’t know. So, of course, I went straight to the psychology department to gather books I haven’t encountered yet. Though, I guess, that was a great time to browse because there were less people inside. As a matter of fact, when I went there, there was only one man reading. Yeah, just a man with a black hood. So, I started browsing books about emotional healing, powers and even the psychology of healing.

I sat down when I collected books and started reading. I sat behind the man I saw, because I could not concentrate seeing a man wearing black jacket with his hoodie on who seemed a bit weird. Because why a man would still place his hoodie on under a roof, I meant it was not appropriate, though it was not a bad thing at all but I still considered it not appropriate.

While reading about the psychology healing, I could not really grasp single concept which link to my current situation or to my ability as well. So, I had the urge to get more related books. I stood up and when I turned my back, I bumped to man behind me who happened to stand as well to maybe bring back the books he used. I hurriedly apologize for what happened even I didn’t know if that was my mistake at all or his, but to show respect and courtesy, I said sorry.

The books on his hand fell, and the man froze like a mannequin which was unable to move. I grabbed the book and handed them to him, and he was still not moving. I asked if he was okay but he said nothing. When I started to walk away, I saw him running when I looked back. He was weird, really.

While still browsing books related to my power, it made me to a conclusion that maybe; there was no book which could help me to understand myself. But while I was thinking about it, I saw the same book I bought in the bookstore last time. I even grabbed it at once and was shocked that it was also there. When I saw the book, and the cover, there was one thing I realized – the weird man a while ago. When I tried to check if the man still there, I failed, I saw no trace of him in the library.

Instead of my mission to find books about me, I started to continue reading the book about Overcoming Extreme Introversion. There, I got to know him deeper – Mario, the man behind the rare psychological condition. There, I learned where and how did he acquired the condition, and the process of him being able to go back to the society was really hard on his part, considering she was brainwashed by her Auntie. But one good thing about him was that, he was harmless.

I didn’t notice the time. It was already 6:00 o’clock in the evening. I put it back on the shelf, and decided to read more back at home, in my own copy.