School of Rebirth. Mystical Story. Naty Daybs

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      – Anita, has a seat.

      – Thank you, Nadezhda A leksandrovna.

      – I have bad news for you.

      – Something happened?

      – Unfortunately, yes. I don’t know how to tell you. Now the director will come here, she should also be present.

      – Director? I didn’t seem to break anything…

      – It’s not about violations. Your parents died this morning when they were driving to your place.

      – B then?…

      – Car accident. A large truck lost control on the way out of your city and crashed into their car.

      – This can’t be! Dad has been driving for many years, he is an experienced driver! It’s some kind of mistake! – I screamed, trying to cope with the horror that covered me from within.

      No Unfortunately. You drink some water and here are some more pills. Fear not, this is just a “valerian”.

      – I don’t need your “Valerianki”, I don’t believe it! – I sharply pushed aside the hand outstretched to me with yellow pills and they scattered on the floor.

      – Anya, dear, calm down, please.

      Director Xenia Gennadievna entered the office.

      – Well, how is our excellent student?

      – Does not believe. I do not know what to do. The psychologist is on vacation and will only be out in a week. Can I call you an ambulance? But what if they put her in a psycho -neurological dispensary and register there? I don’t want to ruin the girl’s life.

      The prospect of being in a psychiatric hospital did not please me, and I still managed to pull myself together.

      – Please don’t call an ambulance. Everything is fine with me. I can handle it, I promise.

      – I’ll call her from vacation. This is an emergency.

      – It won’t work; she flew out of the country.

      – It’s a pity. Nothing, we’ll find another psychologist.

      – I don’t need psychologists. I’m really okay. I need proof that you are telling the truth. What if this is some kind of mistake?

      In fact, I still didn’t believe. It’s just that my parents taught me from childhood that it is extremely impractical to show emotions in public. I really love my parents. They taught me everything I know. They are kind, affectionate and caring. Ivse this cannot be true!

      – Anya. We must give m your evidence. Uncle is coming for you soon. It was he who asked you to prepare. He made identification and will be here soon to take you to your parents’ funeral. Don’t. Don’t worry, we’ll close this semester automatically It’s already the end of the year, and you studied well.

      – I still don’t believe!

      – We understand and sympathize with you. Those were just eighteen years old. At this age, it is scary to lose loved ones. But we are close. And your uncle, your friends.

      – Thank you, I answered coldly. I wanted to get up and run away, but my legs became cottony and completely stopped obeying. I was afraid that if I got up, I would fall and then I would certainly not pass the hospital. It doesn’t matter which one. I don’t like hospitals in general.

      – I’ll call a psychologist I know, – said the director and left the office.

      – Who is your closest friend? – Nadezhda Alexandrovna asked with concern in her voice.

      – Ira Kara’s.

      – Can you call her now?

      – I didn’t pick up the phone.

      – Well, do you remember her number?

      – Yes.

      – Great. You dictate the number, I’ll invite her here myself. Sit down, Anechka. And it’s better not to get up yet, otherwise, God forbid, fainting…

      I didn’t answer. I just sat and looked at one point. My parents taught me not to cry as a child. You just look at one point and let go of all thoughts. It gets easier immediately.

      But it didn’t get any easier; it’s just that I have always been the best student and remains so now.

      A frightened Ira ran into the office.

      – Ana! How are you? Can you hear me? Ann, talk to me. But I didn’t want to talk. Nobody knew what to do: not Anya, not a teacher, not a director, not a psychologist…

      – The psychologist arrived in half an hour. She tried to get me to talk and, what is most disgusting for me, to cry. I flatly refused to speak to her after such advice. And the psychologist Marina Nikiforovna recommended contacting a psychiatrist. Fortunately, And Ra managed to dissuade the director. She said that she herself had lost her mother and would СКАЧАТЬ