Muichirō Tokitō, Mrs. Tokitō, it's very nice to meet you. I am Rei Inoue, and I will be serving as your therapist. Feel free to let me know if you have any questions or concerns."
A woman with long dark brown hair smiled, her hazel eyes sparkling pleasantly.
"Thank you so much for scheduling at such short notice, I really appreciate it,"
Mother replied.
Muichirō glanced at the lady, then at his Mother.
She's a stranger. Why am I supposed to tell her what happened, or what I'm feeling? I don't want to.
He didn't notice when his Mother took him by the hand, and followed Inoue-san.
They reached her office, and Inoue-san opened the door, letting them in and shutting it behind her.
"Have a seat please."
Mother sat down in a cushioned chair. Muichirō clambered onto her lap and hugged her arm.
She let him, even though there was another seat next to hers.
Inoue-san sat across from them, at her desk.
"Hello Muichirō. My name is Rei Inoue, you can call me Rei-san or Inoue-san, whichever one suits you."
Muichirō nodded.
"Do you have any questions for me before we start?"
He shook his head.
"Alright. Muichirō, I just want you to know that everything we will do here is designed to help you recover from the trauma you've developed as a result of your assault. If at any point you feel overwhelmed or exhausted, you let me know, and we'll take a break. Are you okay with that?"
Muichirō nodded again.
"Good. So today, let's focus on your emotions. Recall the first time you were assaulted, and describe to me how you felt."
Muichirō shivered, trying to bury himself into his Mother's stomach. He wanted to hide.
"Mui, Mui!" his Mother whispered.
"It's okay, you can tell her, she wants to help you."
Muichirō shook his head. He wasn't eager, or willing to tell anyone anything.
"It's alright. Give him some time."
Muichirō rested in his Mother's arms, listening to her rythmic breathing. He nearly fell asleep, but she shifted slightly.
He then looked up at the therapist, Inoue, searching her face. She looked sincere. She was being patient.
He couldn't keep her waiting any longer.
"I felt...confused. Scared. Betrayed. Ashamed. Guilty..."
Muichirō closed his eyes, and felt his Mother caressing the top of his head.
"Thank you for sharing with me. Could you tell me, how did you come to know your first abuser?"
"He came into my room at night, he wanted to be my friend."
"Did you want to be friends with him?"
"Not really, but he said he had none. I guess I was feeling sorry for him."
"And why were you feeling pity for him?"
"I had no friends back in elementary."
"I see. I'm sorry to hear that. When did he take off his "nice guy" act?"
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The monster under my bed
FanfictionEvery young child has a monster living in their closet or under their bed at some point. But they all grow out of it at some point. Muichirō is known to have a hyperactive imagination. So when he thinks there's a monster under his bed that also live...
