Chapter 40 (1/2)
”Khalil? Khalil!”
Khalil woke up after hearing the counsellor's panicked voice that was calling out his name. He immediately got up but his head felt heavy.
”Where are we?” Khalil was the one panicked now. He looked round.
”Your room. Eh… I mean Jeremy's room.
Khalil immediately sent his gaze towards the door. It's there!
Khalil pulled the counsellor's hand while standing up. ”We need to get out of here. Now!”
”Eh… Khalil! What's wrong?”
”I'll explain later. What's important right now is that we have to get out of this room,” Khalil insisted while pulling the counsellor's hand and went out of the room.
As they arrived in the counsellor's room, Khalil immediately threw his body onto a chair and placed his head atop a table. He was tired. It was as if he had just run a 20 kilometres marathon.
The counsellor sat opposite him and observed. She was quite panicked earlier when suddenly seeing Khalil dropping down like that. But she let him take his time to tell her what happened.
”Your room should have a sofa.” That was Khalil's comment the first moment he raised his head.
”This is a school counsellor's room. Not a psychiatrist's.”
”Yeah, well… This school should have a psychiatrist.”
The counsellor nodded. His words were really true.
Khalil looked like he was about to talk but his tiredness had beaten the desire to open his mouth. The counsellor remembered something.
”Wait a bit,” she said while moving to a cupboard. She pulled a chair and took a set of bedding that was kept atop the cupboard.
”You don't have a sofa but you have a bedding?” Khalil teased.
”Do you want it or not?”
Khalil gave up. He was actually embarra.s.sed lying in the middle of the counsellor's room. It's too suspicious. If someone were to enter - maybe the princ.i.p.al, this woman would definitely be fired.
After the counsellor spread the bedding, Khalil immediately landed on it. His shame and the nonsense he thought of immediately disappeared. A tired body equals a tired mind. Khalil sighed while lying down on the floor while the counsellor sat on a nearby chair.
”I told you. That 'thing' can destroy your sanity. You're just stubborn,” nagged the counsellor.
”I never thought it would be this bad.”
”What actually happened?”
But Khalil was already 'sailing'. It looked like he was too tired.
The counsellor let him sleep, but was a bit worried about what he would dream of.
Khalil woke up in a panic. The counsellor was doing her work at her table. Khalil struggled in getting up and then looked around. The counsellor rushed towards him.
”Khalil?”
”Where is this?”
”My room.”
Khalil tried recognising the room properly before releasing a sigh of relief.
”Okay, you've been leaving me in suspense for a while now. You gotta tell me what happened,” said the counsellor.
”Can we talk outside?”
”Outside where?”
Khalil was quiet. He can't tell her that he just obtained a fear of confined places. Claustrophobia? Not really. What name should be given for fear of a room suddenly have its door disappear?
Khalil kept the bedding back to its place, above the cupboard. Suddenly, his heart started beating intensely. His head started imagining what could be above the cupboard. A person's head perhaps?
”Khalil…”