Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

13 - Therapy, Thigh & Truth

~ Playing Games - Summer Walker - Bryson Tiller ~
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"You have borderline personality disorder."

"You have been drinking your lunch apparently," I reciprocate. By the look on my therapist's face, I don't think she enjoyed my commentaries as much as I did.

She sighs crossing one leg over the other and placing her clipboard on a table. "Now Prystyne. I know it's hard but I can tell you have a lot of unspoken trauma. Do you think you'd be willing to open up to me about it?"

I let out a loud laugh. "I have no trauma whatsoever. How the hell did you even earn your license?" I ask. She didn't like that either.

"Prystyne a girl doesn't just go from being the best of herself to the..." she pauses trying to find the right words to use. This is bullshit.

"Worst?" I suggest.

"Not the same as her old self. I just want to get to know you but I can't force you to tell me. So what would you like to do," she asks.

"Leave."

"Prystyne. I can't help you if you don't cooperate. I'm going to prescribe you som-"

I shake my head and hold my hand up. She takes the hint and stops talking. "I don't want them," I declare. I don't need them. I'm fine with what I have.

"Your parents-"

I've always hated this girl. "Aren't here. Can I leave now," I stand up and pick up my jacket.

"It's an hour-long session. We still have twenty minutes," she hands me a bunch of papers. I take it from her.

"Thanks. Later Dr. Liar," I mutter walking out. I take a look at the headlines and title of each paper. Dealing with BPD! BPD in Teens! How to cope with BPD! Prescription. I drop all the papers except the prescription.

Maybe I can get high off these bitches. Not today of course. I still have a challenge to win. I head straight to the pharmacy across the street and pick up my prescription. Yay, fuck me.

Stupid therapist, stupid diagnose, stupid everything. You have a lot of unspoken trauma. None that I'll ever tell anyone. My phone begins ringing and I pick it up.

"Penn what a surprise," I say sarcastically. I love Penn but I'm not in the mood to talk right now.

"How was therapy?"

"It was borderline personality disorder finger licking good. Tell the therapist she can take her diagnosis and shove it up her-"

"Prys! Calm. Maybe she's right," Penn mumbles lowly.

"What?"

"Look I've been doing research on it. Maybe you have a t-" I hang up before he can say anything more. He calls back four times before I answer again. "What?!" I continue walking down the street looking for somewhere to eat.

I hear him sigh in the background. "Prys you know I love you right," he reminds me.

"Yeah whatever. I don't want to talk about it," I mumble.

"Alright P. How about you tell me about Wesley Academy. You aren't hanging out with Heath right?" He asks double checking. I roll my eyes.

"Nope," I lie. "What happened between you two. You guys used to be so close?"

"None of your business Prys," Penn spits. Well damn. Touchy subject apparently.

"Damn okay. Why don't you talk to me when your panties aren't bunched up." I find a fast food joint and walk in. I head in line.