Part Seven

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It was Tuesday afternoon.  

Raine hated Tuesdays.

She sat in the uncomfortable chair and fidgeted. She was there to see Dr. Harvey.  Every 3rd Tuesday of the month She got the pleasure to see who?  Her shrink.  

Her foot tap danced against  the carpeted floor.  She scanned the small waiting room for the hundredth time. She still didn't like it.  Raine assumed, the Doctor wanted to go for a homey comforting feel.  It wasn't working.  If anything the beige walls and beige carpet and the pictures that hung in wooden frames screamed

"Trust me.  I am but a harmless old lady.  Have a cookie dear?"

Fucking wacko.

A voice caught Raine off guard.

 "Raine.   Dr.Harvey will see you now."

"OK."  She muttered as she slowly got up.  

"Thanks Vanessa."  

Vanessa smiled at her and said. "You know the way."

She made  a gesture towards the  lonely short hall.

Raine tossed her a weak smile back.  

"Yea I know."

 She took a deep breath and walked to her door.

 Plain beige door.  Sporting a simple Dr. Harvey name plate.  

Raine knocked lightly.  

"Come in."  She heard Dr.Harvey say.

 God.. how she hated her voice.

"Raine how are you feeling today?"  She started in as soon as Raine walked in.

"Have a seat please." 

Raine sat.

Dr.Harvey picked up her note pad and pen.

Raine cringed.

"So the last time you were here we talked about:  "Him".

Raine nodded.

"Have you decided to tell me who he is yet?"  Dr. Harvey asked in her nasal voice.

"No."

She sighed.

"Fine we can always re visit that.

What would you like to talk about today Raine?"

She shrugged her shoulders.. "I don't really care."

"Raine you do know that its important for you to open up to me.

I cant help you if you are not willing to help yourself."

"I know."

"Then tell me something.

 Its been months and you haven't told me much."

"What do you want to know exactly?"

How much I hate you?  How much I hate your stupid fucking office or how much I hate your voice. Do you know what your voice reminds me of Doctor?  It reminds me of a slow wet fart.

Raine sneered at her.

God.  Wouldnt it be wonderful if she really did say those things to her?

"You think that because your some kind of quack,

that you can figure out all of my problems huh?  Like make everything just go away?

 News flash!   Shit don't work like that.  Doctor."

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