Fathers of Athena Konstantinos (Completed)

Psychiatrist

Athena's Pov

“Does she look cool or is she more like a grumpy old lady?” 

The guy gives me a weird look at the question. But it was natural for me to be curious about my psychiatrist, after all I'll be forced to open up to her. 

“I haven't paid much attention, Miss Konstantinos.” He replied politely ending the conversation. 

I knew none of them would be talking to me more than necessary. Everyone keeps the conversation to the point. I'm guessing it's because they know what happened with Eric and they don't want the same fate for themselves. 

I didn't say anything further and moved to the doors of the library where my psychiatrist had been waiting for me. It's been ten minutes since I've been informed of her arrival but I decided to waste a few in interrogating the staff about her because for some reason the thought of therapy scares me. 

I haven't concluded if I fear being termed mentally ill or if I don't want to share my shitty past or if I don't want to be called dumb for my actions. But anyhow none of these things are ideal.  

As I pushed open the door and stepped inside my gaze fell on Zephyr perched on the opposite sofa from the psychiatrist. Their conversation died down as I entered and the lady turned to give me a smile. 

She looks to be in her forties —older than I assumed— and right away I feel at ease by her gentle eyes on me. I don't get the typical doctor sort of vibe from her which is nice if we're going to be talking for an indefinite time. 

I mumble a quick hi and take a seat next to Zephyr. I didn't exactly want to be here but if it does me any good then I'm ready to give it a go. Tristan and grandpa are also supporting this step so despite my awkwardness, I've come here with a cooperative mindset. 

“Hello Athena. It’s really nice to meet you. I'm Eleni Drakos.” 

“It's nice to meet you too.” I replied, fiddling with my phone. 

“I appreciate your willingness to be here. I’m sure your father must've already told you what I'm here for.” 

“Yes, to check how mentally ill I am.” 

She didn't give a reaction to it and remained as calm as ever. “Actually, no. I must tell you we never term anyone mentally ill before conducting several sessions. So Athena, I don't have any assumptions. Neither your family nor I can yet term you mentally ill.” 

“Fine, you will after a few sessions.” 

“Let's start with establishing a basic understanding that mental illness is a health condition just like any other. It doesn't make you not normal. So there's nothing wrong with having one. It's treatable and I'm sure you have the right people around you to help you with it.” 

“Just because it's a commonly used term now, doesn't mean every person would be okay to be termed that.” 

“Then let's not use terms. We're primarily here to discuss your life, the diagnosis and treatments will follow after a couple of weeks.” 

That suggestion sounds better than finding out today I'm suffering from some disorder I used to think I would never have because I'm completely fine. 

“Okay.” 

Her eyes moved to Zephyr who was quietly sitting down. “Would you mind leaving us alone, Mr Konstantinos?” He obviously didn't like being told what to do. “It’s much more comfortable to have an open discussion in the absence of family members.” 

He eventually nodded and I was shocked when he leaned down towards my ear to whisper. “If you feel uncomfortable just walk out. Or call me, I’ll come get you.” He slightly leaned back to look at my face and I nodded. “But I'll appreciate it if you give this a try. Not for me, but yourself.”