So they say

The first meeting

I was waiting for the psychologist in the waiting room together with my mother. We had been waiting for twenty minutes, way too long in my opinion.

- Mother, can't we just leave? I asked as I shot a look towards the door. My mother was a very, caring person. She always saw the best in people, even those who didn't deserved it. People like me. I was arrogant, cold hearted, uncaring and I behaved like a five years old kid sometimes.

- No, Cole. We can't, we are here because you need help. It doesn't matter how long we'll have to wait, we aren't going to leave. She sighed and squeezed my hand even tighter. I pulled away and stood up. I wasn't very good at sitting and do nothing. I had to move, so I started to walk around in the waiting room. No one else was there except us, we'll, there was a very old lady but she was waiting for someone else. She stared at me so I turned towards her, making her look away. I could feel mothers eyes on me, they didn't look away a single time. She rubbed her hands on her legs, trying to do something that didn't show how nervous she was. I could hear a door opening and a man with a happy voice.

- Have a good day now! I could hear him say. He walked towards the waiting room as his other patient left.

- Oh, hello. You must be the doctor? Mother asked him. I had my back towards him, so I couldn't see how he looked like. I imagined him as tall, blond and stupid. Most people are stupid, even my caring mother since she thought I needed to be fixed. I didn't need to be fixed, I wasn't broken to start with.

- Yes I am. And you must be Mrs. Brickham. She stood up and shook his hand.

- Cole, come here now. Mother said, with a hint of nervousness in her voice. I turned around and lifted an eyebrow. The psychologist look like I had been imagined. Tall, blue eyes, blond and a powerful body. He looked very secure and helpful. I ignored my mothers words and stood at the same point as before, a couple of meters away from them.

- So you are Cole then. My name is Henry Holt, but you can call me Henry. The psychologist offered me his hand, but I didn't take it.

- Well, Mr. Holt, I guess my mother told you I needed to be fixed. He nodded and looked at me with curiosity in his eyes. But I'm afraid she is wrong. You see, I don't need to be fixed since I'm not broken. I had an arrogant smile on my lips, and it just got bigger when mother looked terrified. I walked past her and the psychologist without looking at them.

- Cole. My mother called, trying to have some authority in her voice. But it just sounded cracked and broken. I stopped, without turning around I answered.

- I'll be waiting in the car. Now she was angry, I could hear the sound of her heals against the hard stone floor. She grabbed my arm and made me stop. I pulled my arm back and twitched it so she lost her balance. She was about to fall over when someone, probably the psychologist, pulled her arm. I started to walk towards the parking again, and this time she didn't try to stop me. I could hear her crying, but I didn't care about it.