Post by khloe on Jan 24, 2024 21:51:49 GMT -5
“Katherine Isabelle Cox, is that your legal name?”
Khloe lets out a prolonged sigh as she hears her full name spoken.
“Yes but I go by Khloe, your little paperwork should have that on there.”
The man sitting across from Khloe gives a light hearted snicker.
“Miss Kath-“
“Khloe”
“Your parents made it very clear to keep those nice little checks coming you need to be productive in these sessions.”
Khloe sighs as she sits up in the long chair, looking around the cold office. It wasn’t anything like the psychiatrist office she went to as a kid. She could almost swear she could smell the old leather of that couch
In a sudden flashback, Khloe is transported to the dimly lit room of her childhood psychiatrist. The scent of aged leather furniture and the soft hum of a white noise machine fill the air. A younger Khloe, grappling with the challenges of adolescence, sits across from a warm and understanding therapist.
“So Khloe you remember how you where telling me the other day about just sitting at home in your sisters room?”
Khloe would nod as she focuses on her current coloring page not wanting to think about her sister. She had been trying to not think about her since they had sent her to heaven in a box after she got very sad.
Her psychiatrist Dr. Brown gives her a small smirk and moves to sit beside her just watching her color.
“Well you just listen while I tell you a story….
Once upon a time in a magical forest, there lived a wise old tree named Oakley. Oakley had seen many seasons come and go, just like the different feelings we experience in our hearts.
One day, a little sapling named Lily approached Oakley with teary eyes. She had just learned about the concept of death, and it made her feel scared and sad.
Oakley, with its gentle branches swaying in the breeze, began to share a story. "You see, dear Lily, life is like a grand adventure. Each tree, plant, and creature in this forest is a part of the great cycle of nature."
The wise tree continued, "Imagine the seasons as chapters in a storybook. Spring brings new beginnings, like the birth of a tiny bud. Summer is a time of growth and joy, much like the leaves dancing in the sunlight. Autumn arrives, and things start to change. Leaves fall, just as some parts of life naturally come to an end. And then, winter comes, a time of rest and reflection."
Lily listened intently, wiping away her tears. Oakley reassured her, "Just as the forest experiences the beauty of each season, we too have different feelings inside us. It's okay to feel sad or miss someone, but remember, the love and memories we share continue to grow, much like the roots of the trees beneath the surface."
Khloe would be quiet as she listens to the story her eyes welling with tears.
“W-why would you only want memories….y-you should be able to keep the person! Why was she so sad…”
“Well when you try so hard to do exactly what others expect of you…sometimes..well sometimes it becomes too much and you start to lose your way….does that make sense Khloe?”
The little green eyed girl sniffles as she shakes her head unhappy with the idea of her sister not being able to come back. Still she smiles at the kind woman who pats her head.
Khloe takes a deep breath, returning to the present-day cold office. The stark contrast between the warmth of her childhood therapist's room and the clinical environment she's in now is palpable.
The therapist, with a detached demeanor, continues probing, "Khloe, let's refocus. Your sister's passing has clearly left an impact, but dwelling on sentimental stories won't address the underlying issues. We need to work on practical strategies to help you navigate through your emotions and daily life."
Khloe shifts uncomfortably in the chair, missing the empathy she once felt. The therapist delves into probing questions, aiming to dissect her feelings methodically.
"Have you been adhering to the coping mechanisms we discussed in previous sessions? It's essential for your progress that you actively engage in the prescribed exercises."
Feeling a sense of detachment Khloe responds with a guarded tone, "Yes, I've been doing what's required."
The therapist, unmoved, pushes further, "And how would you rate your emotional state on a scale from one to ten, considering the past week?"
Khloe hesitates, grappling with the clinical approach that seems to strip away the emotional connection she once had with therapy. The echoes of Oakley's comforting story linger in her mind, contrasting sharply with the sterile environment of the present session.
The therapist, in a composed manner, directs the conversation towards Khloe's career choices. "Khloe, let's discuss your career. Your parents, being influential figures in pharmaceuticals, have expectations. Your pursuit as a pro wrestler might not align with their vision."
Khloe senses the subtle suggestion and raises an eyebrow. "Are you implying that being a wrestler isn't a 'prudent' choice? That it's just a fleeting spectacle? Sound ALOT like what they told my sister when she brought up wanting to do music instead of….financial analysis….see where that ended up taking her?"
The therapist maintains a clinical tone, "Consider the demands on your body and the uncertain career longevity. A stable future is essential."
Khloe, feeling the weight of societal judgment, defends her choice with conviction. "Wrestling is my passion, and I've worked hard for it. It's not just a spectacle; it's an art form. I won't sacrifice my dreams for a predetermined path. There's more to life than conforming to expectations."
She would shake her head disgusted with this dog and pony show.
Disgusted with herself.
“You know….i had a whole plan to fire you and let you know my parents can stick all that cash they dangle over me where the sun don’t shine….but eh….Fuck you…..my life style is for me! In fact I’m taking my ass kicking skills to a new spot so look out for me on the TV.”
With that Khloe Cox decided to end her family ordered therapy sessions by tossing luke-warm coffee at the shrink and heading out eager to prove herself to everyone who dares doubt her.
Later that same day Khloe would find herself sitting across from her best friend Evelyn at the coffee place they both liked. It was of course due to the wandering kittens the place was themed around.
“Bleh Evie you should have been there, he was basically trying to tell me i need to hang up my boots!”
Evie furrows her brow, concern etching her features. “Khloe, that sounds frustrating. But you know, I’ve seen you in the ring, and your passion is undeniable. Don’t let anyone dictate your path, especially not based on some preconceived notion.”
She reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on Khloe’s shoulder. “Your wrestling is more than just a career choice; it’s an expression of who you are. If it brings you joy, fulfillment, and purpose, then that’s what matters. We’ll face whatever challenges come your way together.”
Khloe meets Evie’s gaze, a grateful smile breaking through the frustration. “Thanks, Evie. It means a lot. And about that therapist, tossing coffee might not have been the most diplomatic move, but standing up for myself? I know your proud!”
Evie smirks playfully. “Well, you know me, always ready to support my friends, especially when they’re as kick-ass as you are.”
Their eyes lock, and in that moment, amidst the conversation about wrestling and life, there’s a subtle exchange of understanding. Evie’s fingers linger on Khloe’s shoulder for a beat longer, a silent promise of unwavering support.
“And, you know,” Evie adds with a hint of playfulness, “if you ever need someone to talk to or… be there for you in more ways than one, I’m right here. Always.”
“Soooooo you DO wanna learn the craft and be a awesome tag team with me?!”
Khloe would pull her tall friend close and give her a tight hug.
“T-that is not what i said! I don’t want to do those flippy slams or get held in a choke”
“Evie you’re big for no reason..you do know that yeah? Who could imagine an almost 6 foot tall museum director.”
“First off I’m chief director and it’s not my fault you’re a midget!”
“How dare you?! Im a perfectly healthy height! Plus I’m all fit and hunky!”
She would flex one of her hands as Evie just snickers.
“Right right you hunk….any word on this person your against soon? Are they super scary like Synn or something”
“You know…I’m not super sure….I think it’s some jobber…like a super low ranking guy…usually you have to show your worth against someone like that when you first show up”
“Well should I be worried?” Evie rubs Khloe’s shoulder gently.
“Nah I’ll kick his ass!”
Khloe lets out a prolonged sigh as she hears her full name spoken.
“Yes but I go by Khloe, your little paperwork should have that on there.”
The man sitting across from Khloe gives a light hearted snicker.
“Miss Kath-“
“Khloe”
“Your parents made it very clear to keep those nice little checks coming you need to be productive in these sessions.”
Khloe sighs as she sits up in the long chair, looking around the cold office. It wasn’t anything like the psychiatrist office she went to as a kid. She could almost swear she could smell the old leather of that couch
In a sudden flashback, Khloe is transported to the dimly lit room of her childhood psychiatrist. The scent of aged leather furniture and the soft hum of a white noise machine fill the air. A younger Khloe, grappling with the challenges of adolescence, sits across from a warm and understanding therapist.
“So Khloe you remember how you where telling me the other day about just sitting at home in your sisters room?”
Khloe would nod as she focuses on her current coloring page not wanting to think about her sister. She had been trying to not think about her since they had sent her to heaven in a box after she got very sad.
Her psychiatrist Dr. Brown gives her a small smirk and moves to sit beside her just watching her color.
“Well you just listen while I tell you a story….
Once upon a time in a magical forest, there lived a wise old tree named Oakley. Oakley had seen many seasons come and go, just like the different feelings we experience in our hearts.
One day, a little sapling named Lily approached Oakley with teary eyes. She had just learned about the concept of death, and it made her feel scared and sad.
Oakley, with its gentle branches swaying in the breeze, began to share a story. "You see, dear Lily, life is like a grand adventure. Each tree, plant, and creature in this forest is a part of the great cycle of nature."
The wise tree continued, "Imagine the seasons as chapters in a storybook. Spring brings new beginnings, like the birth of a tiny bud. Summer is a time of growth and joy, much like the leaves dancing in the sunlight. Autumn arrives, and things start to change. Leaves fall, just as some parts of life naturally come to an end. And then, winter comes, a time of rest and reflection."
Lily listened intently, wiping away her tears. Oakley reassured her, "Just as the forest experiences the beauty of each season, we too have different feelings inside us. It's okay to feel sad or miss someone, but remember, the love and memories we share continue to grow, much like the roots of the trees beneath the surface."
Khloe would be quiet as she listens to the story her eyes welling with tears.
“W-why would you only want memories….y-you should be able to keep the person! Why was she so sad…”
“Well when you try so hard to do exactly what others expect of you…sometimes..well sometimes it becomes too much and you start to lose your way….does that make sense Khloe?”
The little green eyed girl sniffles as she shakes her head unhappy with the idea of her sister not being able to come back. Still she smiles at the kind woman who pats her head.
Khloe takes a deep breath, returning to the present-day cold office. The stark contrast between the warmth of her childhood therapist's room and the clinical environment she's in now is palpable.
The therapist, with a detached demeanor, continues probing, "Khloe, let's refocus. Your sister's passing has clearly left an impact, but dwelling on sentimental stories won't address the underlying issues. We need to work on practical strategies to help you navigate through your emotions and daily life."
Khloe shifts uncomfortably in the chair, missing the empathy she once felt. The therapist delves into probing questions, aiming to dissect her feelings methodically.
"Have you been adhering to the coping mechanisms we discussed in previous sessions? It's essential for your progress that you actively engage in the prescribed exercises."
Feeling a sense of detachment Khloe responds with a guarded tone, "Yes, I've been doing what's required."
The therapist, unmoved, pushes further, "And how would you rate your emotional state on a scale from one to ten, considering the past week?"
Khloe hesitates, grappling with the clinical approach that seems to strip away the emotional connection she once had with therapy. The echoes of Oakley's comforting story linger in her mind, contrasting sharply with the sterile environment of the present session.
The therapist, in a composed manner, directs the conversation towards Khloe's career choices. "Khloe, let's discuss your career. Your parents, being influential figures in pharmaceuticals, have expectations. Your pursuit as a pro wrestler might not align with their vision."
Khloe senses the subtle suggestion and raises an eyebrow. "Are you implying that being a wrestler isn't a 'prudent' choice? That it's just a fleeting spectacle? Sound ALOT like what they told my sister when she brought up wanting to do music instead of….financial analysis….see where that ended up taking her?"
The therapist maintains a clinical tone, "Consider the demands on your body and the uncertain career longevity. A stable future is essential."
Khloe, feeling the weight of societal judgment, defends her choice with conviction. "Wrestling is my passion, and I've worked hard for it. It's not just a spectacle; it's an art form. I won't sacrifice my dreams for a predetermined path. There's more to life than conforming to expectations."
She would shake her head disgusted with this dog and pony show.
Disgusted with herself.
“You know….i had a whole plan to fire you and let you know my parents can stick all that cash they dangle over me where the sun don’t shine….but eh….Fuck you…..my life style is for me! In fact I’m taking my ass kicking skills to a new spot so look out for me on the TV.”
With that Khloe Cox decided to end her family ordered therapy sessions by tossing luke-warm coffee at the shrink and heading out eager to prove herself to everyone who dares doubt her.
Later that same day Khloe would find herself sitting across from her best friend Evelyn at the coffee place they both liked. It was of course due to the wandering kittens the place was themed around.
“Bleh Evie you should have been there, he was basically trying to tell me i need to hang up my boots!”
Evie furrows her brow, concern etching her features. “Khloe, that sounds frustrating. But you know, I’ve seen you in the ring, and your passion is undeniable. Don’t let anyone dictate your path, especially not based on some preconceived notion.”
She reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on Khloe’s shoulder. “Your wrestling is more than just a career choice; it’s an expression of who you are. If it brings you joy, fulfillment, and purpose, then that’s what matters. We’ll face whatever challenges come your way together.”
Khloe meets Evie’s gaze, a grateful smile breaking through the frustration. “Thanks, Evie. It means a lot. And about that therapist, tossing coffee might not have been the most diplomatic move, but standing up for myself? I know your proud!”
Evie smirks playfully. “Well, you know me, always ready to support my friends, especially when they’re as kick-ass as you are.”
Their eyes lock, and in that moment, amidst the conversation about wrestling and life, there’s a subtle exchange of understanding. Evie’s fingers linger on Khloe’s shoulder for a beat longer, a silent promise of unwavering support.
“And, you know,” Evie adds with a hint of playfulness, “if you ever need someone to talk to or… be there for you in more ways than one, I’m right here. Always.”
“Soooooo you DO wanna learn the craft and be a awesome tag team with me?!”
Khloe would pull her tall friend close and give her a tight hug.
“T-that is not what i said! I don’t want to do those flippy slams or get held in a choke”
“Evie you’re big for no reason..you do know that yeah? Who could imagine an almost 6 foot tall museum director.”
“First off I’m chief director and it’s not my fault you’re a midget!”
“How dare you?! Im a perfectly healthy height! Plus I’m all fit and hunky!”
She would flex one of her hands as Evie just snickers.
“Right right you hunk….any word on this person your against soon? Are they super scary like Synn or something”
“You know…I’m not super sure….I think it’s some jobber…like a super low ranking guy…usually you have to show your worth against someone like that when you first show up”
“Well should I be worried?” Evie rubs Khloe’s shoulder gently.
“Nah I’ll kick his ass!”