Post by distortia on Jan 19, 2014 23:48:49 GMT -5
=/= A brass nameplate screwed to a door. That’s all that stood in the way now, beneath the name was a bunch of letters that would make little sense to anyone who hadn’t sent their last 20 years on and off inside a university lecture hall.
Dr R. Fletcher. Psychologist.
A shrink. Maybe they’d thought she’d finally gone off the deep end or perhaps it was simply a case of ‘better late than never’. In this case she’d probably have preferred the ‘never’.
Amber released the pent up, irritated sigh she’d been holding in her throat hoping this was just another trick her imagination was playing on her, turns out the worst trick always belonged in reality. Slowly she turned the brass handle and pushed the door open…
Framed certificates hung on beige walls in the surprisingly tiny office, those tiny letters no one cared about dotted across fancy paper. An empty leather chair leaned against the wooden desk whilst the chair opposite seated a hunched man busily scribbling notes as though they’d just come to mind.
She waited soundlessly for an invitation to sit, however as awkward moments passed- no invitation came. A quick glance around confirmed no one else but herself and the shrink so she took up the empty seat, leaning back into the soft leather and casually placing her worn converses onto the paper ridden desk. =/=
“Glad you could make it Miss Ryan”
=/= Amber replies with a pert nod before taking up the closest piece of paper off the desk, she starts to glances through as the shrink finally finishes his notes. Looking up, he watches as she pays him little heed- instead focus her attention on his notes from previous sessions, he clears his throat in a manner designed to draw her attention. =/=
“Do you know why you’re here Miss Ryan?”
=/= She relents, realising he’s not just going to let her read on and tosses the paper back onto the desk. =/=
“… Because we both clearly don’t have anything better to do.”
“Not quite”
“… Because YOU have nothing better to do, something I find hard to believe”
“No, Miss Ryan- I’m sure you are aware that the GWR Board of Directors requested your attendance today-”
“… Because they have nothing better to do”
“… because they are concerned that you are mentally a risk to yourself and those around you”
=/= Amber pauses for a second, serious eyes locking with those of the shrink. =/=
“You do realize what I do for a living right?”
“I do- ”
“So then you know just how utterly ridiculous their reasoning sounds”
“Miss Ryan- surely you realize there are people out there who care about your wellbeing, people who would hate to see you hurt yourself or hurt anyone else for that matter?”
“… I would really like to meet these people.”
=/= Dr Fletcher lets out an exasperated sigh, realizing this session is going nowhere fast. Running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, knocking a few strands out of their perfectly groomed position, his ‘patient’ however smirks in her seat as she casually spins herself around. =/=
“Tell me about the hallucinations”
“I see you've done your homework then- for that I’ll give you a B- cause I don’t think you did it all on your lonesome.”
“The ways and means I acquire my information are not up for discussion, we are here to discuss you.”
“You googled me, didn’t you? Ugh, I feel mildly disgusted just saying that- I just hope you kept your yahoo away while you did it.”
=/= Flushes of red swept across the shrinks face, obvious embarrassment trying to be restrained by professionalism however Amber was more than amused. =/=
“So what’d the googling come up with? My Wikipedia page? Everything you ever wanted to know is plastered on there- stuff I didn’t even know about myself!”
“Lets get back to topic, shall we? The hallucinations...”
“That’s why I’m here, cause people think I’ve finally gone off the deep end? Better late than never I guess… Consider it a product of an overactive imagination and underused conscience.”
“I believe there is more to it than that”
“As you would considering you get paid stupid dollars per hour- however since I’m not the one paying, I’ll play along. Go on- tell me I’m crazy… Everyone else has.”
“I don’t think you’re crazy”
“Say what?”
“You may be sarcastic, neurotic, obsessive, narcissistic and borderline sociopathic with a short fuse and penchant for violence but I don’t think you’re crazy per se”
“Well, way to boost my ego there”
“On top of that- your driven by your own guilt. Determined to atone for a wrong committed, even in accidental circumstances. You’ll fight anywhere because you feel as though you have something to prove, you don’t care for your own safety because you feel like you deserve everything that comes your way. Am I right?”
“Not quite”
“Oh?”
“I fight cause it’s the only thing in life that reminds me I’m still breathing. Even if there are others who believe I don’t deserve to be… I’ve fucked up before, but I don’t let that define me. As for the hallucinations? It’s a constant reminder to not live in the misdeeds of my past.
Oh, and I think my time is up”
=/= Amber flashes the shrink an insincere smile as he begins to scribble down his thoughts, she rises from her chair and exits before he has a chance to stop her. Once the door closed behind her, she could finally breathe easily.
Leaning against the wall beside her, unnoticed, a slender raven haired girl of no more than 15 years smiled at her, striking eyes piercing through Amber’s being. =/=
“So, are you crazy? They gonna chuck a straitjacket, toss you in a padded cell and throw away the key?”
=/= Her sing song voice carried through the empty corridor but only Amber heard the words, without turning to face the girl she smiled knowingly. =/=
“They haven’t done it yet, don’t see why they’d suddenly decide to now.”
=/= Amber turns to face the girl, meeting the cheeky smirk with one of her own. A woman enters the corridor, stopping in her tracks as she watches Amber smiling at a space on the wall. Amber soon wanders away leaving the woman to shake her head, this is a shrinks office- people staring at walls is considered damn near normal. =/=
Dr R. Fletcher. Psychologist.
A shrink. Maybe they’d thought she’d finally gone off the deep end or perhaps it was simply a case of ‘better late than never’. In this case she’d probably have preferred the ‘never’.
Amber released the pent up, irritated sigh she’d been holding in her throat hoping this was just another trick her imagination was playing on her, turns out the worst trick always belonged in reality. Slowly she turned the brass handle and pushed the door open…
Framed certificates hung on beige walls in the surprisingly tiny office, those tiny letters no one cared about dotted across fancy paper. An empty leather chair leaned against the wooden desk whilst the chair opposite seated a hunched man busily scribbling notes as though they’d just come to mind.
She waited soundlessly for an invitation to sit, however as awkward moments passed- no invitation came. A quick glance around confirmed no one else but herself and the shrink so she took up the empty seat, leaning back into the soft leather and casually placing her worn converses onto the paper ridden desk. =/=
“Glad you could make it Miss Ryan”
=/= Amber replies with a pert nod before taking up the closest piece of paper off the desk, she starts to glances through as the shrink finally finishes his notes. Looking up, he watches as she pays him little heed- instead focus her attention on his notes from previous sessions, he clears his throat in a manner designed to draw her attention. =/=
“Do you know why you’re here Miss Ryan?”
=/= She relents, realising he’s not just going to let her read on and tosses the paper back onto the desk. =/=
“… Because we both clearly don’t have anything better to do.”
“Not quite”
“… Because YOU have nothing better to do, something I find hard to believe”
“No, Miss Ryan- I’m sure you are aware that the GWR Board of Directors requested your attendance today-”
“… Because they have nothing better to do”
“… because they are concerned that you are mentally a risk to yourself and those around you”
=/= Amber pauses for a second, serious eyes locking with those of the shrink. =/=
“You do realize what I do for a living right?”
“I do- ”
“So then you know just how utterly ridiculous their reasoning sounds”
“Miss Ryan- surely you realize there are people out there who care about your wellbeing, people who would hate to see you hurt yourself or hurt anyone else for that matter?”
“… I would really like to meet these people.”
=/= Dr Fletcher lets out an exasperated sigh, realizing this session is going nowhere fast. Running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, knocking a few strands out of their perfectly groomed position, his ‘patient’ however smirks in her seat as she casually spins herself around. =/=
“Tell me about the hallucinations”
“I see you've done your homework then- for that I’ll give you a B- cause I don’t think you did it all on your lonesome.”
“The ways and means I acquire my information are not up for discussion, we are here to discuss you.”
“You googled me, didn’t you? Ugh, I feel mildly disgusted just saying that- I just hope you kept your yahoo away while you did it.”
=/= Flushes of red swept across the shrinks face, obvious embarrassment trying to be restrained by professionalism however Amber was more than amused. =/=
“So what’d the googling come up with? My Wikipedia page? Everything you ever wanted to know is plastered on there- stuff I didn’t even know about myself!”
“Lets get back to topic, shall we? The hallucinations...”
“That’s why I’m here, cause people think I’ve finally gone off the deep end? Better late than never I guess… Consider it a product of an overactive imagination and underused conscience.”
“I believe there is more to it than that”
“As you would considering you get paid stupid dollars per hour- however since I’m not the one paying, I’ll play along. Go on- tell me I’m crazy… Everyone else has.”
“I don’t think you’re crazy”
“Say what?”
“You may be sarcastic, neurotic, obsessive, narcissistic and borderline sociopathic with a short fuse and penchant for violence but I don’t think you’re crazy per se”
“Well, way to boost my ego there”
“On top of that- your driven by your own guilt. Determined to atone for a wrong committed, even in accidental circumstances. You’ll fight anywhere because you feel as though you have something to prove, you don’t care for your own safety because you feel like you deserve everything that comes your way. Am I right?”
“Not quite”
“Oh?”
“I fight cause it’s the only thing in life that reminds me I’m still breathing. Even if there are others who believe I don’t deserve to be… I’ve fucked up before, but I don’t let that define me. As for the hallucinations? It’s a constant reminder to not live in the misdeeds of my past.
Oh, and I think my time is up”
=/= Amber flashes the shrink an insincere smile as he begins to scribble down his thoughts, she rises from her chair and exits before he has a chance to stop her. Once the door closed behind her, she could finally breathe easily.
Leaning against the wall beside her, unnoticed, a slender raven haired girl of no more than 15 years smiled at her, striking eyes piercing through Amber’s being. =/=
“So, are you crazy? They gonna chuck a straitjacket, toss you in a padded cell and throw away the key?”
=/= Her sing song voice carried through the empty corridor but only Amber heard the words, without turning to face the girl she smiled knowingly. =/=
“They haven’t done it yet, don’t see why they’d suddenly decide to now.”
=/= Amber turns to face the girl, meeting the cheeky smirk with one of her own. A woman enters the corridor, stopping in her tracks as she watches Amber smiling at a space on the wall. Amber soon wanders away leaving the woman to shake her head, this is a shrinks office- people staring at walls is considered damn near normal. =/=
