Therapy (MarkiplierxPheonix)

One

Phoenix's pov

I walk in the office, taking in a deep breath as I'm about to meet my first patient. Oh yeah! I should probably explain to you what's happening right now

I just got my job as a therapist. I've always wanted to help people get through their life problems, and make them feel better about themselves and their lives. My name is Phoenix, Phoenix Huffin to be exact. I'm 24 years old as of March 8th this year. I just moved to L.A California two months ago, from Philadelphia. I wanted to leave my home town as soon as possible. I couldn't stay in the same place with the same faces that knew. I couldn't live in a place my parents died in a year ago. They died in a car crash and the other driver was under the influence, they didn't make it to the hospital in time though, so they passed in the ambulance.

So here I am! I always thought California had many opportunities for me, and I was right. I was offered a job as a therapist from three different locations. But the one I now work at, they were the most successful in helping people. But I do have a life outside of work. I like to play drums, actually I love playing drums and I'm often told I'm amazing at them as well. But besides playing the drums, I like to write. My stories aren't much, but people seem to think they're good, so I keep writing short stories here and there for the few people that enjoy my stories.

What do I look like, you ask? Well I'm a natural light brunette, but my hair is dyed in a purple ombré. My eye color is a bit difficult to explain. I have blue eyes, but they aren't normal blue eyes from what people tell me. My mother always told me my eyes were like crystals. They are a pale light blue, they almost look like a sky color, but slightly faded. I do have a perfect set of teeth. Bright white, and perfectly aligned, as my dentist tells me. I'm also an average height, five foot six inches. Okay so that might be a little short, but still I'm not that short!! I'm also an average size, not too big, not too small kinda deal. Not skinny, not big, just... Fit, as I call it.

But that pretty much me, nothing exciting. So I'm outside the office door, getting ready to walk in and meet my first patient. They haven't told me anything about them, except it's a man. And he has a lot of depression, and he's pretty well known, so I can't speak of him around people. Specifically younger people, like 11-15 year olds.

I release my breath I was holding and turn the knob, and walk in the room. I sit in my seat and shake the mans hand. He has very gentle and soft hands.

"Hello I'm Phoenix Huffin, I'll be your therapist." I say as I shake his hand, our hands separate and he nods.  Then he speaks up. "I'm Mark Fischbach."