The Young Assassin

Chapter 2 "Stupid Therapy"

"So, anything you want to talk about?" Dr. Meyers asked me in a calm voice.
"No, not really," I said.
"Alright I'll just check you off then, clear you to do work," she said.
"Great! I can go now right?"
"Not so fast, I have a question."
"What is it?"
"You were just a teenager when you went on your first mission," she stated.
"I was, what of it?" I said a bit annoyed, I'm fine, and don't need this stupid therapy, but of course I have to get the crappy agency that makes you go to high school and stupid therapy after everyone you assassinate, to make sure "you're mental health isn't being affected." Whatever the heck that means, it's really not a big deal as they make it out to be. I just need to be cleared for a new mission so I can get paid.
"You were 14 when you graduated the academy and went on your first mission, how was that? Killing someone at that age?" she started to say. "And it must've been hard, are you in any way traumatized by the experience, did it have anything to do with... your parents in any way?"
"Look lady, I'm fine so just clear me already, plus even if my "mental health" is not "okay" it doesn't concern you, affect you, or affect my work. Also never again bring up my parents ever again in our next little "session" got it? So take that clip board and take that pen and start from the top go down then go back up, to make check alright lady?" I said, she didn't look phased at all. "Also I'm a trained assassin, so the stupid "therapy" doesn't help me or you, because last I checked they trained me not to care, it is work and work only nothing personal."
"Somehow I think it is," she said.
"And why do you think that?" I scoffed having enough of this.
"I think it has to do with your parents and you getting roped into this because of them," she said.
"My parents are out of the picture like I told you a long time ago they left when I was 9 yes I got roped into this at 10 years old but frankly I don't care, I have a good life living on my own, no people pestering me with questions 24/7. Plus I went into this knowing everything I might have been 10 but sometimes you have to do what you got to do, yes of course the actual commitment to hurt someone is hard but I was trained for 4 years not to do that. It's not like you would ever understand you grew up in a perfect picket-fence life. Going to college getting a doctorate degree in phycology and somehow landing this job. So I don't think you should be asking questions about my life and parents because we are very different people. My parents left me to my own devices so I did what I had to do to survive."
"So this does have to do with your parents?"
"I never said that," I said calmly but with a irritated face.
"You say that it doesn't involve them, but I think the abandonment feeling hasn't left you, the loneliness none of the trauma you faced has left."
"Look lady we're done here, check me off and I'm going to get my next job."
"We still have 16 more minutes."
"Well guess you get paid for 16 minutes for free," I said standing up.
"No, sit down."
"Just please check me off, okay? I need to make a living and if you don't check that last box off and clear me for work I can't do that and being in high school is expensive, with no one to fall back on to you have to rely on yourself, unlike you who grew up in a picket-fence life you have a back up plan if everything goes south you have parents who will support you on hard times, I don't have that, so check me off and clear me for work."
"Fine, I'll let, you slide this once, but when you come back and if I suspect something is off and you're mental health is affecting your work I won't being clearing you," she said finally checking off the last box and getting in her computer to put it in.
"Thank you," I said walking to the door. "I mean it, but learn when you need to stop," I opened the door and left.