“Ok. This is going to go fine. You’re right. You have to be right. It’s going to be fine. You’ll do this then… stop talking to yourself. Have I been talking to myself this whole time?” Dib muttered to himself while standing in front of Ms. Cott’s door.

The door opened and Ms. Cott smiled. “Ah, my favorite client. I haven’t seen you since I gave you that new prescription.

“Right. I’m here to talk to you about that.” Dib said, forcing a smile.

Ms. Cott nodded and opened the door to her office. Dib sat down on a small couch that faced her desk. Everytime Dib sat on that couch, he thought back to when he had first come to this room, the first time he sat on this couch in front of this woman.

“I’m not crazy! You’ve got to believe me!” Dib cried.

Dib turned to his father, hoping that he’d say the woman was wrong, but he shook his head and muttered to himself. “My poor insane son…”

“So, did it not work?” Ms Cott asked.

Dib swallowed. “Miss, he’s still here. You've tried everything you’ve got.”

Ms. Cott nodded, prompting him to continue.

So Dib took a deep breath. “I think he’s real.”

Ms. Cott sighed. “Dib, I thought you understood that--”

Dib stood up and slammed his hands against the desk. “I know he’s real!”

The woman corrected her glasses on her face. She started to write something on a piece of paper. Dib looked down. It was things he’s said to her. All the way back from when he first talked to her. All with writing to the side.

“The kid’s skin is green! He has no ears! I’ve seen him without the costume! He has pink eyes and antennas!” He’s in denial. Common.

“My own father won’t even listen to me.” Issues at home?

“I saw Bigfoot in my backyard!” Hallucinations

“I think my sister’s a demon. She’s so scary.”  Issues at home?

“I think I…. Zim… but he’s… And I’m…” Won’t speak anymore on this statement.

“I watched my own father… I saw… He just… It’s all my fault…” 

Dib looked back at Ms. Cott after reading the last line. He couldn’t read anymore. She clicked her pen and looked at Dib. “You--” She began.

“I’ll leave now.” Dib interrupted. He placed some money on the table to pay her for her time before leaving.

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