A blank Slate

Devilish Smile

Carrie had learned early on that shrinks were never what you expected. They didn't pry or do anything special in particular. If she had to guess, she would assume that a rock could do just as well and you wouldn't even have to waste your father's precious money.

In all honesty "Miss Carol-Anne" was really only there to make sure she didn't do anything "distastefull." Her fathers words. The same father who was probably banging the psych-major behind closed doors. No wonder her mother left him.

"So how are you feeling Miss Maylin?" Shrinkie asked in a voice that, had Carrie not known better, would have sounded like she actually cared.

The blonde sat for a moment, the silence stretching between them. She could see the older woman resist the urge to fidget. She had that effect on people. "Well I'm not trying to hang myself from a celing fan anymore if that's what you're asking." She purred. Her voice was sickly sweet, yet it dripped sarcasm and had a jagged edge to it. She had the power to snap someone with just a simple sentence and she relished in that fact. It's why she went through therapists like father did women, she gave them more disorders than they could cure.

"Well that is an improvement." Shrinkie tried, treading lightly. Carrie could smell the blood in the water and went in for the kill.

"If you want to live, then yes I suppose it is..." She put her feet up and began inspecting her nails. "So how is he?" Miss Carol-Anne looked confused. Carrie trained her eyes on the little wooden nameplate resting on the PhD's desk. "I'm a bit surprised I haven't caught you two yet. He doesn't usually take this long to start fucking the girls. He's quite the panty-dropper."

Shrinkie's mouth flopped open like fish out of water. It was a face that told her something even more valuable. "Oh wait. You have that look. My, my little-miss-virgin. Damn. Got something down there you're ashamed of?" The woman's face lit up like the red lights on christmas. Carrie silently counted down in her head. 3...2...1...

"I think we're done for today." Shrinkie snapped her file closed with a succinct thump and a sinister smile spread across the blonde teen's face. 

"Thank you sooo much for your time." She drawled, passing the woman and not bothering to schedule her next appointment. Her brisk steps took her straight to her bug. She clambered in and slammed the door shut, sliding her sunglasses onto her nose and flicking on the stereo. "My Number" by Tegan and Sara came on to which she responded by turning the volume up.

If anyone had been looking closely as she returned to the school, they would have seen the tears peaking out from below the bright pink frames. Apparently I was the only one looking as she strutted down the hall past me in the middle of fifth period.

Granted the halls were empty because everyone was in class. I shrugged figuring I'd just ask her about it later and closed my locker with a resounding clang. I tapped it twice, spun the dial and headed back to class.

When I waited under the tree and Carrie didn't show I simply put in my earbuds and put up my hood. When we met up on Friday, I didn't ask. She'd tell me if she wanted me to know. After all, we weren't friends.