𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝒶𝒸𝓎 [₂] ✔️

Hereditary

Author's Note: Just want to say that I didn't know how to write a therapist. I've never been to therapy myself. So, I hope Dr. Stone is written just fine. This is a very long chapter, so I hope you won't mind that. :)

Song: Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe by Kendrick Lamar

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Ever since what happened at Stu Macher's house with Amber Freeman and Richie Kirsch, I've been trying my best to move on with my life. 

It was a hard and long process. I went back to drinking and smoking again. Those vices just made me feel better. Especially, with the smoking, it made me feel relaxed. Mom, Mark, and Kirby didn't know that I returned to my old habits. They really didn't like me smoking. But I couldn't help it. It's what works best for me right now. I even had to quit my business job because it was getting too much for me and a 9-5 wasn't helping with my mental health well. So, I decided to work as a bartender at a restaurant and I was getting a lot of tips and money from doing that.

Anytime I think about what happened back at Woodsboro, I hear those stupid voices. I would just take a drink to drown them out. Sometimes it worked. And when it did, it meant I'd get drunk. That almost always happens to the point where Danny would get concerned for how much I drank. Maybe I was turning into Dewey like when he had his alcohol problems after all. I tried to convince Danny that I'm fine and I would go easy. But when he wasn't around at home or be with girls or his friends, I'd get plastered by myself.

Other than that, I was going to a therapist. Yeah, I know. A therapist. I would never believe you if you would've told me I'd do something like that. It was some old guy named, Dr. Christopher Stone. I really did not want to go to a therapist out of all people. But it was my half-sister, Sam Carpenter, who persuaded me to go because of what happened at Woodsboro, she figured we could need help and counseling. I didn't know how anyone could help us. Nobody would understand except the survivors. 

When I kept refusing to go, I thought I should rethink my decision. Sam got disappointed in me that I wouldn't go to see him. I talked to Kirby and then my Mom on the phone about it for what they think I should do. Both of them approved that I should go see him. Their opinions mattered to me, so I went mostly for Mom, Kirby, and Sam rather than myself. If I had it my way, I wouldn't go at all. A therapist could only do so much and they only wanted your money at the end of the day.

I highly doubted that this Dr. Stone guy could really help me out. He would see me as a freak and get scared if I would talk to him about the dark side of me.

My first appointment was with him today, so I left my apartment to go there. His place wasn't that really far, it was within walking distance. Minutes later, I showed up at his front doorstep and rang the bell.

Then I saw his figure appear and was walking toward me behind the glass. He opened it and Dr. Stone was an old man with gray hair who looked like he's in his early sixties. 

"Oh, hello, you must be Josh Kincaid, correct?" Dr. Stone assumed.

"Yes, I am," I confirmed. I didn't know why I'm suddenly nervous. "It's my first time being here. First time seeing a therapist at all, really."

"Well, then let's go sit and get to know each other, shall we?" He closed the door for me and led me to a room. His home reminded me of how Gale's looked. Both of them was very rich and could afford a nice place to live than your average New Yorker.

After Dr. Stone explained some stuff about himself and answered my questions about him, I knew it was my turn next. Even though I didn't want to get so personal, but I guess that was the point of consulting with a therapist.