The shattered image - ch 4: Missing pieces of a puzzle

The day went by (somewhat) easy. I didnt get to talk to anyone (besides the foreginer..) but even so it was still a huge step to take! I got to actually be among others! My middleschool years went by with homeschooling and social interact practise, and I dont remember or know what I used to do, when it comes to school (or anything else for that matter) before I lost my memories. I went in at the door to my therapist. Today we were going to talk about how it was, my first day at school... I dont feel like talking to her today. Im always left with a feeling, that Im even more at lost than before I visit her. Its as if she tries to prevent me from remember...

"Tsukino Haruka" i said at the desk
"Just a moment"
.......
"Yes, youre are registered"

I sat down on one of the chairs in the waiting room. On the wall in front of me were a mirror. I wonder what other people are feeling when they see their own reflection? I see a girl with missing pieces. A unfinished puzzle, were the last pieces are gone - and even though you can see what the image is portraying, but
.. it's just not worth anything looking at a unfinished puzzle. The first thing you see is the missing pieces..

"Tsukino-san?"
"Yes!"
I followed my therapist into the counsil room.