I think I’m going crazy. I mean I’m
seeing a therapist for the first time ever so I must be going crazy. I took the
A train to downtown and then walked three blocks to 8657 Dunbar Street. I
stopped in front of the door, “should I turn around?” I thought to myself,
“this is good for me. Take three deep breaths and open the door.” I felt in my
right pocket; it was still there.
When I walked inside I was
instantly reminded of her. From the painting of a girl on her bike to the
colors of the walls, it all was just like her. I waited in anticipation for my
name to be called. I heard “Scott” faintly over my loud thoughts. I stepped
into the office and Dr. Dever told me to take a seat. “ Get comfortable and
whenever you’re ready you can tell me how you two met.”
I started out with the first time I
had ever seen her. “Seven years ago, our friends were having a little party to
watch the Academy Awards. I arrived early and was relaxing on the couch; eating
my weight in guacamole and watching the celebrities walk down the red carpet.
There were about ten people at the party, when all of a sudden, another girl
walked in. I looked up and instantly thought how beautiful she was. I knew I
wanted her to sit by me, so I curled up on the sofa so no one would take the
spot. Finally, after pouring herself a drink and hanging up her coat, she
headed over to take a seat. I sat up straight again and was like, "Oh, um,
you can sit here." To my great pleasure, she did. Our first conversation
was about how she had painted her apartment that weekend. I half-listened to
what she was saying, but mostly I was enchanted by the way her lips formed when
she talked. At the end of the party I slipped my number into her hand as we
shook hands goodbye.”
“Seems like you both have a lot of
history. How do you feel right now?” I said, “I feel cheated and confused. She
just left without a trace, not even a single clue.” Mr. Dever asked me “What
did you do the moment you realized she was gone?” “That morning I woke up to an
empty bed, she had never come home that night. She had taken enough clothes so
I wouldn’t notice anything was missing. The only thing that let me know she was
gone was the ring she left on the kitchen table”
“Can you show me the ring?” I dug
into my right pocket and brought out the shiny gold engagement ring I had
proposed with. The doctor began to examine the ring when he said, “look at
this” He was referring to the inside of the ring that read, ’find the map and
you’ll find me.’ I began to ferociously dig around in my pockets and in my back
pocket I felt a piece of paper. I unfolded the paper and it revealed a map with
an X at the top.
Sakura RingNana Johnson