ONIKA
"Fucking hell." I mumble as I got my shades on. I sighed. Another day. I enter the building and was greeted by the receptionist, Ciara.
"Hey Cici is doctor Sullivan done with her last appointment?" I asked approaching her desk. She checked her computer and shook her head no.
"Not yet, just ten more minutes. Early for therapy? Is it the end of the world?!" She says dramatically exclaims which made me chuckle.
"Never that. I have this gala I have to go to tonight but apparently I have a therapy session today also. So I thought the earlier I come, the earlier I go." Yes, I did continue to go to the gala. Carol was kind enough to email me threatening to cut my allowance and stop paying for my rent if I didn't go through with it. Which is what she always does when I don't want to do what she want me to. I'm not even surprised.
If I had a stable job maybe. I may ghostwrite for other artist but it wouldn't be enough to pay rent and have food in the fridge. Especially with the kind of artists I always find myself working with.
I'm not the kind to spend my money on everything I see or like. Even though I do have the money to.
And plus, knowing me and the rate my life's going, I'd be living on the streets.
"Hm, so who's doc's new patient. She usually doesn't have one in these hours." I asked her.
"I can't say, she's new though." Ciara informs me. I nod in understanding before saying bye and went to wait in the lounge. I put on my AirPods and got on my phone and went on TikTok.
BEYONCÉ
"So how did that make you feel?" My new therapist asks me for the nth time. She's asked me this question at least 20 times the past hour. I checked my watch sighed of relief when I saw I only had to endure this torture for 10 more minutes.
"It made me feel like shit, like. It's like I couldn't show my true feelings because that was a sign of weakness." I explain to her.
I may hate therapy, but I know it helps and I won't be a difficult, stuck-up, cunt to someone who's only doing their job.
"Would you have ever told your parents that if you're attempt was unsuccessful?" She's so. Anyways. I squirmed in my seat, a little bit uncomfortable. I don't like talking about that subject much but I knew if I had a list to talk about it to anyone. She'd be the only person on that list.
"Yeah. Well, it's not like I had a bad childhood. I'm the one that set that standard to myself, not my parents. And I'm pretty close to the both of them so it really shook them, and so I guess, well I had to tell them the truth. They both apologized after it though, they didn't know it had that much of an effect on me."
Being the eldest daughter of one of the richest family in the country does that to you.
"Hm. So well-" A ringing cut her off on her next sentence.
She sighed, "Well Ms. Knowles that's the end of our session. I'll see you... Tuesday next week?" She asks for confirmation which I nodded to. I left the room putting my sunglasses on.
Which caused me to bump into someone. I felt what probably was their face bump into my shoulder.
I dropped my sunglasses and coincidentally the other person dropped theirs as well.
"Ah fuck."
"Sorry!" I immediately say.
I looked at her and she was in a sitting position holding her nose. It was another woman, way smaller than me. I give it like a 5'1.
"I'm so sorry. I was putting on my sunglasses and wasn't looking." I said getting down to her level. I got a good look at her and what she looked like.
She had long black hair, a winged liner, a glossy nude lip, some baggy clothes. She was beautiful. But she looked like a teenager, does that sound weird coming from a 26 year old grown ass woman?
"It's fine." She mumbled and tried to get up which in turn made me stand up to help her which she didn't need.
"Oh... well I'm very sorry again." Scratching the back of my head awkwardly. She just gave me tight lip smile and a thumbs-up and went into the same room I just left.
Hm. I'm guessing she's a Gen Z.
Anyways. I left and went about my day as usual.
the cliche shoulder bump meeting in a hall. i know.
beyoncé?
onika?
dr. sullivan being both their therapist?
anyways. some of my friends corrected me on the spelling of beyoncé 😭
have a good day/night/afternoon babies 😘
