Sanity at its Worst.

  “Close your eyes," Dr. Blake urges. His voice is stern and gravelly, the fact he didn't hide it was what first made Grace trust him. grace closes her eyes. “Now picture the place you feel most safe."

  The theripist's office comes into graces mind. She can't help but laugh knowing she is still in that room the only difference, a pool of water is absent in her mind.

  “When you are ready I want you to open your eyes and step in the water," Grace smiles but dosent bother to open her eyes. “I know you are scared but I know you can over come it."

  “And if I do? What if we never see each other again?"

  “That is the goal I don't want you to have to come and see me."

  “Can I see you if I get better?"

  “No, I will only remind you of your aquaphobia. Besides I don't want to see you again. I want you to leave and never come back."

  Grace understand he only wants what is best for her but it still hurts her, over the past few months she has come to see Dr. Blake as a friend. Her eyes open. She lifts her hand and Dr. Blake takes it.

  Dr. Blake is an older man with strong hands he developed over years of labour, but the young lady still hurts him with her nervous grip.

  Dr. Blake slowly guides Grace to the pool and she places her feet into the inch of water.

  Grace begins to sweat.

  “Don't worry I am right here."

  Grace breathes long even breaths.

  Grace falls to the floor of the pool. Dr. Blake lifts her out of the water and wates for her to regain consciousness.

  “I am sorry for fainting."

  “Don't be, you did wonderfully."

  “How mutch longer till I never have to see your mug again?"

   Dr. blake can't help but smile. “A few more months."

  “Too bad. I want to be well. I really do."

  “I know just be patient."

  Grace sings, “Good morning." As she enters the therapist's office.

  Dr. Blake says, “Good morning." with a smile.

  “Are we going to stand in the water again?"

  “Yes, but not today. Today we are going to talk about your brother."

  “I told you that story a hundred-thousand times. Can we talk about something else?"

  “No I am afraid not."

  Grace drops down on to the Doctor's soft chair. “My brother and I wer swimming he had a siesure and drowned while I did nothing to save him."

  “What could you have done to save him?"

  “Nothing, we both know that."

  “So you feel you have no control while in the water?"  

  “That is correct."

  “When do you feel in control?"

  “Never."

  “Then how is being in the water andy different?"

  “Are you trying to make me worse? I should warn you I am alreay broken so breaking me further is not possible."

  “You have refused to answer that question since day one yet you always give an answer why, is that?"

  “I love answering your questions."

  “Yes, you do, I just realised that. Why is it that you never say you don't know the answer?"

  “Because I do know the answer."

  “Then tell me why dose water make you uncomfortable when you have no more control on land?"

  “Because my brother drowned."

  “Tell me the real reason or say you don't know."

  “I don't-. This is stupid. If you arent going to help me why am I here?"

  Dr. Blake takes Grace by the hand, looks her in the eyes, and says, "I don't know."

  “Goodbye."

  “I don't know."

  Grace stands and leaves, Dr. Blake makes no effort to stop her.

  “Grace, how did your session go?" Her father asks with hope.

  Grace shouts, “I don't know!" Tears flow down her face, she stands in the middle of the room sobbing, “I don't know. I don't know."

   “Hello."

   “Hello Grace, I hope you are ready to answer my questions."

  “I am."

  “What could have you have done to save your brother?"

  “I don't know, but I know I could have done more."

  “Why are you afrade of water?"

  “I gusee I'm not," Grace smiles. “That's weired, I tried to convince myself I was afrade of water but admitting I wasin't was so mutch easyier."

    “What are you afraid of?"

   “I don't know."

    “I don't know eather, but if I may, I would like to make a guess. You are afrad to admit your brother is dead."

  “No, I am mutch more afade of my parents loseing me like they lost my brother."

  “Grace, I would like for you to try stepping into the pool again."

   The water covers the top of Grace's feet but she dosen't faint. 

  “So I am afrade for my parents?"

  “That is what you said."

  “Weird."

  “How did your parents react to your brothers death?"

  “They took it well, considering, but I know they will never get over it. I don't want to hurt them like that.

  “That is normal."

  “Thank you."

  “You're welcome and goodbye."

  “I am done with therapy?"

  “Yes and no. You still have alot of recovering to do, I just can't help you with it."

  Grace smiles. “Goodbye."

  Dr Blake smiles. “Goodbye.