Some changes come to our life
unexpectedly and if we can’t handle them, life will find a way for us.
Dad told Lucinda about past
times – times when their neighborhood was new and developing part of town. But
ever since he and mom had died in an armed robbery, Lucinda couldn’t find a way
to handle the change. Countless hours of therapy and medication that had to get
her out of depression had clearly no effect on her.
Lucinda did find peace in her
mundane work that she managed to get with her college degree. She was rather
fascinated that with such bad case of depression the was some strength in her
to do something. Though Lucinda still couldn’t handle social interactions that
well, since every time her mind would draw a very bleak picture of her future.
“I’d rather you leave that
house. You see, your memories are attached to the house, since it’s the place
where you grew up. Clinging to the past won’t help.” – told physiologist to
Lucinda as she lay on the couch trying to communicate. “Mind you, I’ve had a
lot of patients with similar problem and only one solution seemed to work in
all of the cases. Change of scenery.” – he took a pause, as if trying to look
into his patient’s head. “It doesn’t matter where you go, rather the action
itself. It just helps you broke that unhealthy bond that, frankly, pulling you
down, Lucinda.” – all Lucinda could to was to try and hold her tears as she saw
smiling faces of her loved ones. “But I would suggest selling house and moving
to somewhere else. That would be best for you.” – maybe, Lucinda thought, as
she tried to suppress memories from the long past.
Moring tea ritual was
disturbed by a doorbell. “Who might that be?” Lucinda wandered as she turned
doorknob. A black pair stood before her in tailored polo shirts with strangely
looking emblem. Their smiling faces were neither kind nor off putting. Rather
strange.
“Good morning! You must be
Lucinda Cartwright, right?” asked black man looking her in the eyes. “Yes.
That’s me.” Lucinda answered unsure of what was to follow. “I’m Jack and this
is my wife Jessy. We would like to buy this house from you.” Lucinda was struck
by such an unexpected question. “I…uh…Sorry, but this house is not for sale.”
She never in her life closed door that fast.
After afternoon of
self-destruction, there was a call from the bank about Lucinda’s student loan.
“What?! But I’ve been paying steadily even if I’ve been behind on recent
payments!” Lucinda’s voice sounded weak. “Bank decided to take action and
proceed with the offer. There’s nothing I can do. Sorry” there were tears in
eyes in front of him and he knew it.
“Your progressing depression
will only become worse now after such news. I’m afraid there’s no other option
but to place you into clinic for couple of weeks.” It all went past free of thoughts
Lucinda’s mind. She could only stop thinking to at least not fell down and die.
“Maybe this could bring me
peace or something.” Thought Lucy as she waited “routine” injection as she was
told by the doctor who admitted her. “Just have to be patient” she felt sting
like from mosquito as nurse administered prophylactic shot.
“This is your room. Get
comfortable. Doctor will come soon.” Lucinda was taking in her surrounding as
nurse closed door behind her. Couple of minutes passed before couple of man wheeled
gurney inside. An empty room was left behind Lucinda who was wheeled somewhere
unbeknown to her unconscious mind. Life finds a way if we can’t handle it.
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