Doctor Annabelle (GxG)

Part 8

There are times when you open up and feel relieved but when you are alone, everything gets messy and you hate yourself for opening up. Thoughts like:

You should not have done that

Now she thinks...

She probably doesn't want to hear your shitty story

So you become angry at yourself. What really happens when you are angry at yourself? When you are young and always in your head

Thoughts. Bad ideas.

Just anger

Who else is better to be at the receiving end of it if not your psychiatrist?

"Hello Valentina" I greeted making eyes contact

Before she could say anything I knew she was going to say something stupid, again

"Hello Annabelle, how...."

Before she could finish I had already stood up, grabbed her by the neck and spa...Disrespect was my biggest weakness to lose control and show people how to respect me.

"I will give you a second chance to correct your mistake"

My voice was deeper and showed nothing but anger and she knew I meant it

"I don't see nothing wrong. It's your name is it not?. Maybe we should dive deep into your past and understand why you prefer to be called doctor all the time"

she said mockingly tilting her head to the side. I made a little countdown in my head not giving her a reaction .I knew what she was doing but i was not going to mistake a mental disorder with lacking manners.

Right now, Valentina was lacking manners.

"Shall we begin" I breathed out calmly which seemed to annoy her that I was not giving her the reaction she wanted

"Hmm. Let's get this over with. I'm okay, nothing is bothering me today. You fixed me. Yaayy" she waved her hands a little. The gesture you make when you talk about unimportant stuff.

"If you do not want to be in here today, nobody is forcing you. Leave and come back when you have learned how to respect me before I do it for you"

My words meant a lot and I meant them. I would gladly spank the attitude out of her.
She gaped glaring at me then stood up fuming.

"I have been suffering. You are threatening me. You are supposed to be my safe place, my fucking own person who listens to me!."

The way she was shouting made me cringe but I let her do her thing till she calmed down. What I did not expect was the distraction of my office.
She wrecked it shouting and cussing screaming at me. I was concerned but I admired the chaos and mess she represented. Her anger was art on how she felt. She eventually grew tired and raised her hands like a baby expecting me to nod but I shook my head. She was not getting my comfort after her little unstable child tantrum.

"In here we talk like adults. We don't cuss or defy. If you ever cuss me out again, your ass would be redder than your bloodshot eyes"

I spoke standing up and she shook her head. Whimpering as if she felt my words. Good.

"Y...you make it m..make sense. What is this?" she asked looking around the room

I knew what she was asking. Why did she feel so much anger and violence inside her that she wrecked my office? Valentina needed to understand her destructive behavior

"This is you. This is picture of your head."

She cried looking around. I could see how terrified she was of what she did.

"Don't be scared. Stand up" I gestured with my hands and she shakily stood up

"There are still a few things standing untouched" I looked around

"N-not broken?" She asked in a cute childlike confused voice

"Yes. Not broken. Even after a storm hit. A few things are left untouched. And all we have to do is clean the broken parts and decide what to do with the parts left untouched."

She looked at me for further explanation

"You are broken but not entirely. There are still a few part inside you left. It's your choice. Do you want to break them too or remove the broken pieces before starting over with those good ones building yourself back up?"

She stood in the middle of her mess thinking hard. "A lot of people love their mess. They adore it. They change it into something beautiful and some hate messes so they get rid of them"

"But they are part of me..." she frowned looking deep in thought before she continued

"These broken parts are a part of me. They are the bad parts. I also have good part. I just have to arrange them accordingly"

She spoke then touched a glass she broke. It cut her and she smiled

"That would have never cut you if it was not broken" I said and she nodded crying with a smile

She looked somewhat relieved

"I figured it all out! I finally understand. Oh Dr Annabelle thank you" she looked like she was going to hug me but my eyes told her she would not be welcomed

"I'm going to leave this office. You are going to do something about this mess"

I made my way out leaving her inside. My expectations were high enough to hope for my office to be in better shape when I came back

Unfortunately, you know what they say about expectations

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