KATE’S P.OV.

At Present.

New York City

I woke up, gasping for breath. Panicking.

 So it was a dream again.

It’s been ten years since that night but these nightmares have resumed from a week.

Every night, I encounter that man – gun in his right hand, he pulled the trigger and a gunshot.

I never died.

Neither did he.

But what if…what if that was supposed to be my last? Or am I thinking too much now? It has been ten years, I need to stop thinking about such things else I would ruin my winter holidays.

I got to my feet, checked the calendar. Christmas was a week away, and so, I need to start making the list of items and plan gifts for the festival.

But before it, a deed was to be done. So I called my therapist, Anna for an appointment.

The phone was received by the receptionist. 

“Greetings, you are on the line with HealersOfSouls, how may I help you?” The female receptionist spoke in a welcoming, yet firm voice.

“Hi, this is Kate Watson speaking, willing to know when Dr. Anna be free for therapy sessions today?”

“Sure, madam. I shall be sending you the timings on your mail shortly”

I ended the call.