SIARA'S POV.

I walk out of the bathroom, my skin feeling fresh because of the shower I just took. My hair is in a bun, and I am in a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt. I feel comfortable.

I walk to grab my phone which I left on the sofa, my mind going back to when I spoke to Diego. I felt happy when he gave me advise. I felt like I saw him get out of the shell that he is trapped in. I saw a caring side of him, I have seen it before, but it felt different that day.

Maybe it was because of how fragile he looked. I could hear the pain in his voice, I could see the pain that was in his eyes. It is like he saw himself in my situation.

I feel like he felt my pain, I felt like he saw through my sorrow, and I thank him for his advise.

There is this feeling that comes from talking to someone that feels your pain, it is like an assurance that you are not alone. It reminds me that everyone is fighting battles.

When something happens to me, I feel like I am the only one that is passing through it, like I am the only one that goes through the pain. Like I am the only one that can understand the pain.

And that is when life humbles me, it reminds me that there are people that suffer in this world. Everyone's pain is different, and sadly we all end up going on a depressing journey, where only a few survive.

I hear a knock on the door, bringing me out of my thoughts. I shout a come in, as I walk towards my bed, sitting on it. I feel comfortable calling it mine, cause I have been around here for a while. I feel like this is my second home.

A smile forms on my lips when I see Diego, who looks handsome, like he always does.

I watch as he walks in my direction, pointing to the chair that is next to my bed.

"May I?" He asks, and I nod at him in approval.

He sits down on the char, and the room becomes silent, a comfortable silence. But I do not why I do not do well with silence, my mind keeps trying to look for a conversation I could start, and hopefully he would follow the script that I am coming up with.

"Bianca and Eric will be here in the evening," Diego says with seriousness in his voice, interrupting the little conversation that is in my head. It takes a while for his words to settle in my head, but when they do, I get mixed emotions, surprise being one of them.

"What?" My voice has surprise, expressing the feeling that I feel from within.

"Yeah," Diego says, his voice sounding neutral, and sexy. "The two are being brought here by the guards. They will be interrogated, and I was thinking of you being in the room when the interrogation happens," Diego continues.

I swallow hard, remembering what happened the last time I witnessed an interrogation. I am no stranger to violence, but the violence I saw was beyond what I have witnessed before.

But I think I would want to be in the room when the interrogation happens. I have to see the real world one day, right?

"You don't have to be there if you don't want to," Diego utters, his voice sounding alert. "It was just a suggestion," I can hear the nervousness in his voice, making me smile.

"I will be there.... I think my mind just needs preparation; I don't want to behave weak, like I did last time," I murmur the last part, not wanting to sound stupid.

"I understand you, and I want you to know that you shouldn't force yourself to do what you don't want to..... Do not come to the interrogation if you don't want to, your peace must come first," Diego says, sounding serious.

I smile as a response, knowing that I will still go. I want to see Bianca in person, and I also want to see what will be done to Eric. I might sound harsh, but I want to see him for the last time. I feel like I will get some kind of closure, I might forgive him, and I might finally set the bitterness aside.

The room is in silence, our eyes meeting. I can see concern in Diego's eyes, something that is rare to see. I raise an eyebrow at him, silently questioning him.

"Have you ever been to a therapist?" Diego bluntly asks, making me lose my smile. I clear my throat at him, forcing a smile on my face.

"Yeah," My voice sounds hoarse, making me clear my throat again. "I did when I was younger," I continue.

Diego nods, looking at me intensely.

"Would you go back to that road? Would you try therapy again?" Diego questions, leaning forward.

His question makes me nervous, for reasons I can not explain. My mind becomes blank, not knowing what to say.

"I don't know," I murmur looking at my laps. "To be honest, I don't even think my case is that serious.... The voice comes and goes, and I have sadly gotten used to it.... It has become part of my life. It has become a part of me." I ramble, folding my legs, the negatives that comes from my conscious weighing me down.

I do not think I need help, I think I am fine. I am just going through something that is normal, everyone passes through such problems, right?

"I feel like you are running away from the problem," Diego says. "I feel like you need a professional to help you. I know for a fact that you are trying to tell yourself that you are well, when you are not.... The voices that we hear are like a small bell, annoying at first, but addicting. You will end up living with that small voice, and you will end up depending on it, and it might end up ruining you. You will keep telling yourself that you are fine, till that small voice kills you mentally. You will end up dependant on it, and it will be like a drug that ruins your peace. You will end up overthinking on every small thing and that voice will be controlling everything you do; you will be a puppet to that small voice, and it will eat you up till it traps you. And sadly the road that will help set you free will be hard to find, because you will be in too deep."

A sound is heard when Diego finishes speaking, it sounds like a phone. I know that it does not belong to me, because I know my ringtone.

"I'm sorry about that," Diego murmurs, standing up, while fetching his phone from his back pocket, which has already stopped ringing.

Diego looks at the screen, his brows furrowed. I think he is reading a text.

"It's work related.... Can we continue the conversation later on?" I nod at his question, and he mutters the word thank you.

I watch as he walks out of the room, sighing out loud when the door shuts.

Everything Diego said is true, and I know that I might end up getting hurt. I begin to ask myself if I really need therapy.

AUTHOR'S NOTE.

HAPPY RAMADAN MUBARAK TO ALL THE MUSLIMS!!!!

The chapters may have different pov's between Siara and Diego. But Diego's pov might be constant, he is the owner of the story🥴, and alot of things need to be explained in his point of view.

The book might end before the 10th or 15th, what would you like to see as an ending?

And is there such a thing as reading block? I swear I feel like I have it:-(

Be safe and happy ❤️🤭