She looks sort of happy that I would say that, and she does write something down on the paper that she has in front of her. I'm not sure what she is saying but I think she's writing that I finally spoke and that she has a way to make me speak of the things that happened, the things that still feel are still happening to me, even at his moment I can still feel like he's around me. "Tomorrow's session he will be in the room. I will take care of everything" She tells me and I nod my head.

"How?" I ask her before I could stop myself from speaking. It feels strange to hear my voice like this and I find that I don't want to speak that much. My vice reminds me of how much I screamed, pleaded and begged him to stop, but he never did. My own screams still echo inside my mind, and they continue to circle all over in my head. Like as if there is a massive tornado inside my brain and it's raging havoc everywhere. "Don't worry about that. It will all work in the end" She tells me.

The way that she doesn't tell me about it does make me feel like there is something else going on here. My eyes return back to the clock to see that there are only twenty minutes left of this session. Every day I have to be here for an hour. It only started four days ago when the doctors said that my physical injuries were mostly healed. They said something else but I did not catch it nor do I care much about it. "You have a scar on your neck, an old one. Can you tell me about that?" She asks me.

My hand travels up to the scar that I have on my neck. It's on the side of my neck and it's a line that is hard to see but once you notice it, it's hard to unsee it. I have found it so ugly to have it there as it's sort of under my chin on the side but it's still visible. "I don't remember" I tell her, lying through my teeth but speaking of that story will only bring me more pain, more than I have been feeling lately. Of course, I know everything that happened and I know how I got it and I know who gave it to me.

"You do remember. If you think that I've been doing a lazy job these past days then you're wrong. Each time that you're remembering something, good or bad, you look down to your hands as if you're hiding. It might be a defense in your case. That scar has been with you for a long time. Years even" She says. I had heard my father speak that she's good in her field and I did not believe it but I think she is. I give her a confused look.

I'm not sure how she knew that. Still, it could've just been a lucky guess, yet I don't think it is. "I was eight" I tell her but that is the only thing that she is going to know about that day. I promised myself that I would not speak about that day again and I will not say the words to her nor anyone else. Not even to Steel whom I trust more than I have ever trusted anyone. I will never speak those words out loud and never write them down with my hands.

My eyes are glued to the clock. I've already said too much to her which I promised myself that I would not and I can't speak any more about this. "You know. I wasn't offered this job" She says but I don't look at her. "Steel begged me to take your case" She then says after some time and I gasp as I look at her again. My eyes staring at her as if I'm studying her and perhaps I am. She knows Steel? How? None of this make sense. "He saved me three years ago" She begins with a small smile.

"My husband got drunk one night and started throwing things at me as we're walking to the car from a bar. I did not drink that night, but he threw his shoes and his keys at me. A man started to beat him out of the blue and made sure that he would remember to treat me better from then on. My husband has never laid a hand on me since then. That man was Steel. Ever since then I have been his therapist as payment for what he has done for me but it grew into friendship" She says.

"Friendship?" I ask. I'm confused. Steel has never mentioned that he goes to therapy, though I suppose it can be blamed on the fact that we don't know each other that well and I barely know anything about his life at all. "Yes. I watched some of his matches. He has never been the type to go places, but he did do what he could. I give him sessions when he wants, and he often talks about you. When he found out that you were going to need a therapist, he came to me and begged me to take your case" She tells me.

Steel has never mentioned this woman to me but that is all right. "He talks about me?" I ask her. I think that is the only part that I actually got out of those words which had left her lips and I barely paid any attention to anything else. "All the time. That man deeply cares for you" She tells me but stops herself from speaking anymore, though I would've liked to know what she was going to say as it sounded important. I give her a small smile when I stand up and walk out of the door. The clock had counted the last seconds.