"Koi Koi Koi"

"Castaway"

"Son." Koi's father stepped towards him, "We want you to meet Dr. Mikoyasaki. He's come here because we have been realizing you've been having trouble with yourself since your mother passed." Koi stopped on the second to last step. "You got me a therapist ?" The man looked over at the two parents as Koi's father sighed. "Something  like that. He's gonna help you.. move on."
There was a long silence in the room until Dr. Mikoyasaki stepped forward, putting his hand out.
"Hello Koi, I'm Dr. Mikoyasaki, you can call me Dr. Miko." Koi stared at the male's hand, looking at him up and down. "You look young." Miko put his hand down. "Yes, I'm 18. But I've had quite an experience." he stated. Koi looked over at his father, "You're gonna let a dude only two years older than me, tell me how to feel ? That sounds like bullshit if I ever heard it." Miko flinched and looked over at the man. "Dr. Mikoyasaki, would you mind if you and Koi go ahead and started?" Koi crossed his arms and stayed quiet. Miko nodded, bowing. "Of course. Koi, pick a location of your choice to sit and talk." Koi frowned. "Go to hell."

The male's stepmother stepped towards Koi, handing him the energy drink she bought him. "Koi.. please." He growled slightly, hugging her gently while he looked at Dr. Miko. "You guys are insane..." She looked down at him and glanced back at the Dr. "He's gonna help you butthead.. stop being like that." He let go of her and started walking back up the stairs, ignoring his father's calls for him to come back. He made it to his room and went inside, slamming the door. "I don't need a fucking therapist." He went over to his bed and picked his phone up gently from the table. He put on a playlist, setting his phone back down. He walked over to his closet and pulled a few things from it, slipping on a large sweatshirt. He went over to his drawers and pulled on some fishnets, a white skater skirt and his black platforms. He opened his window and picked up his phone, slipping it in his sleeve. He hopped out of the window and landed on the grass underneath him. "I don't have time for your bullshit dad." He mumbled and started towards the street, once there he started to follow the sidewalk into town.

Since he lived in Kansas, he thought he'd go and get a tattoo. It would be his second one, the first one tracing the outer side of his left thigh. He was thinking a neck tattoo. Normally, he'd get piercings to release anger. This time he just thought he should do something different. His friend Maya worked for herself as a tattoo artist, she wasn't professional, but she's the one who did his first one so he trusted her. Besides, she had skills.