So they say

Second first meeting

I sat in the car, waiting for mother, and listened to music. I didn't need to wait a long time, only ten minutes, before mother came walking towards the car. She opened the door and sat down. She didn't close the door though, it stood wide open.

- Go back inside, Cole. She sounded, plain and empty. I pretended to not hear her, so I sat put. She knew I just ignored her, so she got out of the car and walked to my side. She opened the door and pulled me out. I landed on my feet but I didn't have the balance, so I was on my way to fall over when she took a grip around my arm and pulled me back up.

- I don't want to, and why are you making me? I asked her quietly. She just shook her head and pointed with her index finger towards the door.

- I'm doing this for you Cole. Now go back inside and tell the doctor you are sorry. Understood? She let go of my arm and gave me a small push in the direction of the door. I sighed loudly, but started to walk. I could hear mother sitting down in the car. Now she must be pleased with herself, I thought. For once, she actually made me do something. I opened the thick metal door and walked into the building. I walked past everyone I met without looking at them. Finally I got the right place. The psychologist sat in the room, alone, with an empty chair across him. When he heard my footsteps he looked up from his magazine and smiled towards me. I didn't smile back.

- Sit down, Cole. He gestured at the chair. I sat down, inspecting his examination room. I was quiet for at least ten more minutes before I broke the silence.

- So, are you going to ask me some questions now, or what? I asked him rudely.

- Do you want me to ask some questions? Really? I thought. That method when you answer a question with another question.

- No, I want to get back home. I want everything to be normal. I want my mother to stop worrying about me.

- So you know your mother is worried about you? He asked as he wrote something on a notepad.

- Yes, but...

- Do you care about it? He wanted me to answer honestly, I could see it in his eyes. It took some time before I answered the question, thinking about my options.

- No, I don't care. I mean, why would I? She's a regular person, a regular mother, worrying about her kid. Doesn't every mother? I asked uninterested, with a voice that stated facts. He wrote something more on his notepad. He was silent, waiting for me to say something more. I didn't, why would I? He was just an ordinary psychologist with the wrong information gotten from a worried mother. That's the problem with the most people, they are boring, stupid, ordinary and always playing clean. The clock was ticking loudly, its sounds was the only thing you could hear in the room. Neither of us broke the silence, not in thirty minutes. I sighed and straightened up in my uncomfortable chair.

- How long am I going to stay here? Now was one of those moments when I was acting like a five years old kid.

- Do you want to leave? I nodded and swallowed another sigh. Then you'll have to tell me what's...

- What's wrong with me? I interrupted. Well, Henry, it is nothing wrong with me! I'm totally fine. I sounded hysterical, trying to convince him that I was okay. He held his hands in the air with his palms turned foreword. I stood up to walk around in the room. I could feel his eyes on me, the same way mother did. He didn't smile anymore, but I did. I really enjoyed when the doctor had troubles with me.

- Cole, sit down. His voice cold and hard as stone. It was demanding me to obey. I rose an eyebrow and smirked at him.

- No, I think I'll just leave now. And I don't think we'll be seeing each other in a while. I left the room quickly, hoping mother had stayed in the parking house. She hadn't. Of course not, they had a plan together, mother and Henry Holt. I could hear someone behind me. I turned around to see him standing with his arms crossed over his chest.

- It is twenty minutes left of our time. How do you want to spend it? He looked a bit tired over my childish behavior.

- Not with you. As I said, I want to get home and everything to be normal. My smirk had fallen off, and I was tired of him. Tired of his way to talk to me, his way of acting in different situations and especially his stubborn smile. The smile was real and pure. It was unbearable, according to me. Why are you so happy all the time? He just smiled, and smiled and smiled.

- That is for me to know and you to find out. I wrinkled my forehead and stared at him. Let's talk, Cole. That was when it bursted to me. His calmness, happiness and his stubbornness was all to much. I walked towards him, standing face to face with him.

- Listen up, mate. I don't want to talk with you. I was angry and I was pretty sure he could hear it in my voice.

- Good, you are angry. You have been way to cool. Now calm down. I was trying to get you feel, something. First I tried to get you feel uncomfortable. It didn't work out, you didn't react at all. Now, telling your mother to move the car so that I could talk to you obviously made you angry. Now I was really confused. I took a couple of steps backwards, away from him. We stood there, staring at each other for a while. I heard a car drive in to the parking house, I guessed it was mother.

- Hello Cole, Dr. Holt. She greeted us. I didn't care to answer, so I just turned away from him and sat in the backseat of the car. Thinking about what he had said. I was trying to get you feel something. You didn't react at all. It was stuck in my head, spinning around and making some three hundred and sixty degrees turns in my brain. I hadn't noticed that mother had stepped out of the car and stood talking with Henry. For a moment she looked terrified but collected herself quickly. They shook hands. Mother came back to the car, starting the loud engine. Finally we were on our way back home.