Boy In Blue [ bxb cglre / agere ]

PSYCHOLOGIST - chp8

Still going strong with two days of full writing. I have a French assignment to do with writing, but who cares, right? This is a whole lot more important.

02/15/23

Hope you enjoy!

Q : what's your favourite season ?

A : autumn or winter . love me some cold .

Liam POV

It was silent. Eerily silent.

He did not know that waiting rooms were supposed to be this quiet. No, in fact, he was ready for screaming toddlers and angry married couples bickering. This was quite the opposite of what he was ready for.

This silence, unsettling at best, did not help with his nerves. His leg bounced up and down, his eyes focused on the very interesting tiles on the floor, and his hands squeezing a stress ball half to death. The stress ball had been given to him by a secretary after she saw him chewing off his fingers and almost crying time after time. That's a big no no in this office, it seemed.

He held his phone in his other hand, begging for a message to come through saying 'haha, we got you! you can come back home!' That was not going to happen, but he still had hoped that it would. If only he could go back home, chill out with a movie and popcorn, talk to his family at the table, smiling comfortably as they all dug into their delicious food, made by his mother dearest.

His classification had been flagged in the system as one that could be worrisome. He assumed it was because one part of him could handle himself, while the other was just a small baby begging for attention.

Why did they flag me if they knew I could take care of others as a caregiver, he thought, sighing and going back to grasp at his hair as he hunched over in his chair, a tight ball near his lungs making it hard to breathe.

In this confusion, he hadn't felt the secretary come over and crouch down, smiling encouragingly at him as he stared at her. Oh.. right. "I'm okay, thank you ma'am."

"I don't really call pulling at your hair 'okay'. Do you need some water? Maybe some music? Do you have your phone?" Though she was being really kind, Liam felt a bit ticked off at the childish tone as it was setting him deeper into his headspace, as if the stress wasn't enough to do that.

"I'm okay, ma'am, really." He smiled his usual grin, trying his best to cheer the lady up and confirm with her that he was fine, but she narrowed her eyes and sighed.

"Alright.." And with that, she left, leaving him back alone to his thoughts as his hand found its way back into his hair, gently grasping and pulling on it as to keep himself grounded and not have a panic attack, which is always preferable.

He sighed and pocketed his phone, finally looking up straight ahead of him as he ran a hand through his hair, sighing once more.

He felt the stares that the people in the silent room were giving him. It said 'stop sighing, it's annoying!' Yeah, well he really couldn't help him. Doctor visits never went well, so that means that psychology visits would go twice as bad. Did he want to open up? No. But he had to, and that's what infuriated him the most. He shouldn't be forced to open up just because his classification may be worrisome.

He still remembers the night he received the news.

Liam came back from school, his expression happy, as per usual. Very little could upset him, so he usually came back home, hugged his family, did his homework, and then laid in bed until dinner. Very, very productive.

Except this time, as he stepped into the house, his happy expression dropped as he looked at his family. They were all sitting in chairs with grim expressions on their faces. They slowly turned to him as if he was some wild animal that would spook. He was not an animal, thank you very much.