Sheila was back from the university. She still could not believe how time had passed. This has always been a subject of reflection for her. When she was in the 7th or 8th grade, when she would cross the school yard to get inside the school building, alone, she would think: ‘How glad I was to still be one of them’ – and not a grown-up, imagining stories of herself being a teacher and then, like going backwards in time, she were young again… Sheila had always been a creative girl, with a very active imagination.
Now she was a teacher, she taught French as a foreign language to students in a university. Never had she dreamt of actually being truly able to arrive so high.
She was still very young, she had just graduated an MA program that year’s summer, and now she was walking under autumn’s cold, sometimes rainy, sometimes sunny days. There had also been summer-like days at the very beginning of that autumn, when she had walked in the park and spent wonderful days remembering summer, her favourite season.
Her life had changed, she was definitely different from the person she was 10 years ago, she had grown up into a very beautiful young woman.

***

On turning on the tv and watching the news, Sheila came across a news report which showed the following scene: a woman, a lady, who although looked like she could be in her 20s, it showed somehow that she was actually quite a lot older than she looked, but still very attractive, had been called to an office and she had a very determined behaviour, she would not have her confidence gone by anything in the world. She had been called to be interrogated, and a young man whom she had treated years ago was also there, he had been called there for the same reasons. The young man was afraid to talk, and was visibly not at all at his ease. The lady was trying to reassure him, talking to him in a very kind, affectionate voice, trying to make him talk, telling him not to be afraid, that what had happened was past, dead and gone now and now he was safe, nobody could hurt him now… The same lady, upon entering the building, had brutally ‘castrated’ an old colonel whom she apparently knew for many years, and with whom she had never been on very good terms, by pulling his belt and pants from one very fast and skilful move no one understood how it was done; afterwards, the reporter’s comment was heard, saying that the colonel would from then on join his old mates and give up courting women… The colonel obviously deserved it, as he had looked at the lady with a superior air, and it seemed he had been the one to have caused the lady to be called there to be questioned on past matters…

***

Sheila knew who the lady was. Some 10 years ago, she had been Sheila’s psychiatrist…
Ten years ago, Sheila was a teenage girl whom was diagnosed with anorexia nervosa, she had lost lots of weight, although she had never been even close to fat, and she was sick as her period had stopped. She had severe self-esteem issues, was very shy and insecure… She was afraid of growing up, of becoming an adult with too many responsibilities, she wished to be a child physically as well as at heart, as she felt, alone and helpless in an adult body and a child inside… She had also a little depression… Her mother had taken her to see a psychiatrist. Dr. Meyskee…

Seems like you've got a story to tell. It might help to make the story come more alive by writing some of the material as scenes. I suggest you take a class in fiction–there are many online classes that aren't too expensive. Try Gotham Writers Workshops. Good luck.

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