One Way Ticket to the Cuckoo's Nest

Ellie Part 8

It's been 2 days since my rendez vous with Mina, I don't know if she's on vacation or if she's just blatantly hidden from me. I've just been telling myself that this is a good thing, far from sight, far from the heart. At least that's what my grandmother used to tell me, you know before I told her I liked girls and she told me I was going to hell, but I think she meant it about chocolate . Anyway, I shouldn't have slept with Mina, not like the day after I kissed Ellie, who I should have kissed as well. Jesus... I keep getting myself into this mess.

We've made progress on therapy. She never brought up the kiss, she probably knows it was just a spir of the moment. It can't be the first time someone got carried away while sharing. Some people cry... others try and kiss their therapist. Perfectly normal.... I hope. She hasn't treated me any different, which is cool of her, very cool. Most people tend to make things unnecessarily awkward.

Anyway, I have another session today. She told me that this one is a special one... Whatever that means, I'm not sure if I'm curious to find out.

I walked to her office/interrogation room and knocked on the door.

"Come in..." sheesh... I could feel her smile just by the way she speaked. I'd be lying though, if I said it didn't smooth me. "Please take a seat sweety...'' She gestured to the chair across from her while she was reading some kind of paperwork.

It looked familiar to me. She put it on the small coffee table that separated us. I took a better look at it.

"Shit..." I murmured under my breath, hiding my face in my palms.

She nodded.

"Do you know what that is?" she said not as a reprimand but with an amused smile, I didn't bother to respond to the blakely rhetorical question. "That are all of the annotations, formally written, and observations Dr Harmon took from you during your time in his house. It gave some work since you had the geniality to destroy the formal documents and replace them with the fake one we were sent at your arrival and deleted the form in his computer" I didn't dare show my face, shitty surprise by the way "I have to give to you, the fake signature was really good, your way of phrasing was good, we'd never noticed... if we hadn't already had Tate's files for comparison that is"

"So... what you're saying is, I get points for the effort?"

"No, your grammar is awful" she said in a more serious tone, but then just bursted into laughter assuring me she was joking. Kindo of... my grammar does suck quite a bit. She fixed her beautiful chocolate eyes on me. "Why did you do it honey?"

I thought about it for a second. I didn't really need to think about it but I didn't want her to think it was all an elaborate master plan.

"Well... I like to be the one to decide if I should let someone know that I'm a sociopathic anarchist or else I would just tattoo it on my forehead"

She nodded, I think she understood what I meant.

"It can be very difficult, going into a new space with no previous knowledge and feel like everybody else knows all about you. Like they can read your mind... invading your space. That's hard for everyone, especially to someone who tends to want to control everything like you" I was in a bit of a shock, the other sessions have just been me small talking to fill space until I let out something actually noteworthy unintentionally, like with Dr Harmon. I guess she finally got tired of just listening "Do you mind if I go through this together?"

"Is this a way to make me feel guilty?" I said lowering my gaze.

"No..." she said, I could see she meant it too so I nodded for her to proceed.