I roam along the street of New York City. It's been 5 years looking at the same view without his face plastered everywhere I see. The city currently crying with every noise. Cars beeping, people yelling, and much more.

"Mr.Léandre?" A tall man with a red trenchcoat said. I look to my left swiftly as my cream colored scarf blowed through the cold wind. "I'm professor Daniel." The man smiles.
"Mr.Daniel! Uh- good morning!" I answered. Wow, how much I hate meeting past teachers.

Mr.Daniel was my teacher last year in college. He was also my therapist for a weekend. "Why havent I seen you at my office anymore? Did your issues resolve" He smiles bright with his eyes dim.

I nod in a lie. "That's good to hear" the grey haired professor said with a light chuckle. "Well you better get to class. Dont want to be marked absent!" He said before walking off with a small wave. "Hope to see you again Mr.Léandre".

"And I hope not." I mutter to myself. How I hated teachers. How I hated words. How I hated people. How I loathe humans in general. They are all so fake. Their personalities trade off from each person their talking to.

Just like me...

I mentally roll my eyes and take a deep breath. Preparing myself, if I see another one of those creatures I know. My feet scrap the washy gray cement to a parking lot and my brown hair wishes around. I finally get to where I need to be.

I had left the college parking lot to finally be here. I walk in the hospital with the smell of sanitizer and lysol. The walls as pale as Casper yet the floor was as dark as a shadow.

"Mr.Cooper?" A woman called. Her name tag said "Anastasia". Wow what a basic name. I look at her from afar as she walks away with her hand tucked the mans side. "I'm Nurse Brooke, Anastasia Brooke. Come with me for a moment."

I notice she didnt have any gloves on, touching all around the patient. Disgusting humans.
I walk up to the booth were reception was. "Hi, I'm Louis Léandre. I'm here for my first day of training?" I smile was bitter. "Which college are you coming from Mr Léandre?" The man looks at me and looks back down at the computer.

"Wayne Rise..." I mutter, looking around. I look back at the blonde male. He nods and hands me a badge. I take another breath and thank him. I leave through two big silver doors by my badge.

I felt sick.
Horrible
Disgusting
Nauseous

The horrible memories.
The memories with cries, laughs, and everything.

I start to breath harder and I slowly back out of the hospital, running out of the doors. I ran and ran to my car. Beep Beep

I unlocked my car and got into it. I immediately locked it and hugged my steering wheel.

Another day
I can try again another day

Hi. I'm Louis Léandre.
I suffer from PTSD and Soxial anxiety...
How do I fix the past with the future?