Ghosts of War | CoD - MW

Chapter 7.

Kimberly settled down in a soft leather chair, letting her gaze travel across the office. Most of the furniture was brown, the room clean and open. It even smelled clean, a single window in the wall illuminating the room. The perfect setting for one to relax and talk about their feelings. To Kimberly, this was too nice and a bit too calming. She let her eyes move back to the woman in front of her, studying her face.

The psychiatrist had black curly hair, brown eyes and seemingly in her 50's. She wore a pair of glasses a size too big, and they hung on the lower bridge of her nose. The way Kimberly couldn't read any emotion off of her made her curious, yet nervous. This woman was like a closed door. Perhaps a part of her job. Kimberly swallowed hard as Dr. Ellis grabbed a file and a pen.

-"Now, would you like to tell me why we're here today?" Dr. Ellis asked as she opened the file, looking down on her empty paper. She held the pen lightly in her hand, awaiting the girl's answer so she could write notes. Dr. Ellis had used quite some time reading Kimberly's file, but there was something missing from it. A lot that would solve many problems.

-"Well, my teammates figured I would need clearance, given the things I've been through in recent years. And that's understandable," Kimberly said, entangling her fingers together in a nervous manner. She tried to seem steady and certain, but she knew she failed miserably.
-"Okay. Can you talk a little about yourself and the things you have been through in your life?"

-"I... Uh, well. I was born in Scotland... soon 24 years ago. When I turned 6, day of my birthday, my parents split and my dad brought me over to America since he had to work here," Kimberly began, uncertain of how to explain everything to her. This wasn't a friend. Dr. Ellis got paid to listen to her problems.
-"How was your relationship between your family at the time in which you lived in Scotland?"

-"My mother and I would argue a lot. I would test her patience and defy her orders, making a mess all the time. I did so to gain her attention, because she liked my brother more. Of course she did, his father died unexpectedly and she never managed to truly move on. My older brother of 2 years, well, we were like cat and mouse. My father was the sweetest man at the time, when he and my mother were.. good," Kimberly said, thinking back to the simple childhood she used to have. It was every childs dream, until it all fell apart and became her own personal hell. Then again, not everyone could be lucky.

-"How did it make you feel, leaving everything you knew at 6 years old? It must have been hard."
Kimberly looked down at her hands, noticing that she had begun spinning her ring. She was getting nervous talking about this. She would have to open up to a stranger. Not exactly something she wanted to do. But if she wanted to continue with this line of work - so be it.

-"It was hard, yes. My father got really mad after my mother broke up, and he would blame me because I was the troublemaker. It was manageable for a while, but after 6 months he got hurt when he led a mission in... Afghanistan, I believe. Never got all the details. He worked in the army, but enemies bombed his squad. It was supposed to be a quick in and out, and he was the only survivor, but he hurt his head after the accident and weren't ever the same," Kimberly said, thinking back. She had to think before she spoke, afraid to get something wrong in the timeline. She didn't want things to sound too bad either. She needed to get cleared, and that as soon as possible. But she knew honesty would be the right way to go.

-"What happened then, after he got hurt?"
-"He was forced to retire, which made him into a piss-poor angry shell of a man. Jonathan Price, a good friend of his who used to take care of me, would come visit often, but my father would eventually always chase him out. Price used to be my idol, and he was very kind to me. He still is my idol, honestly. My father didn't like the idea of me joining the army, so he did what he could to stop me and my dreams, but it never worked, as we might see."