A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM | WENCLAIR

013. | Therapy Escape

T H E R A P Y   E S C A P E

12.7.2022 | 7.12.2022

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Wednesday's POV

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"I read the notes from your school counselor," says Dr. Kimbott as she leads us into her therapy dungeon. I read another gold-plated label on the white door that reads Dr. Valerie Kimbott in black letters. 

She walks into the room as she stands by the door allowing for me to walk further in the room. Shutting the door behind us, she sits down on her side of the room on a white cushioned seat. I take a seat opposite her as we stare at one another, neither of us starting the conversation. 

I observe her light blue sweater and blonde hair as it reminds me of every typical counselor I've seen in my life. They all want to look like well-put-together people that enjoy crocheting and doing the girliest things I can imagine. 

"Mrs. Bronstein?" I say in a questioning tone as a response to her statement, like I'm just recalling her for the first time in a while. "She had a nervous breakdown after our last session and had to take a six-month sabbatical."

"And how did you feel about that?" she asks me as she rests her hands on the edge of her knees, patiently waiting for my response. 

I wanted to roll my eyes at her as I listened to her therapy words; they all act the same. They want to get to know you, build trust, yada yada I think to myself as I respond. 

"Vindicated...But someone who crochets for a hobby isn't a worthy adversary," I say, staring at the woman who leans back and relaxes her shoulders to look less intimidating. 

"Adversary?" she says, leaning forward again, placing her hands together, and pointing them at me, continuing. "I hope we can forge a relationship based on trust and mutual respect."

I scoff at her words lightly as she continues, "This is a safe space Wednesday. A sanctuary where we can discuss anything. What you're thinking? What you're feeling? Your views on the world, personal philosophy."

I stare at her stronger this time as I realize how stupid and a waste of time this is. I let that be known to her as I say, "That's easy. I think that this is a waste of time. I see the world as a place that must be endured, and my personal philosophy is kill or be killed."

She clicks her tongue at my words and remarks, "So, for instance, when someone bullies your brother, your response is to dump piranha in the pool."

I deadpan as I reply, "You know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight...unless it's concealed." 

"The point is, you assaulted a boy, and showed no remorse for your actions. That's why you're here," she says, stronger this time, obviously trying to get a reaction out of me. I stay calm as I remain emotionless during our session. 

"He lost a testicle," I reply coldly, internally smiling at the thought of the piranhas attacking him. "I did the world a favor. People like Dalton shouldn't procreate...I've answered all your questions."