The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《1》

-Darcie-

"Dr Yeun. Uh Steven. He's....he's my Guardian, and he asked me to meet him here after school."

The young receptionist looked me up and down, before nodding slowly. "I'll call up to his office for you, Miss Kingston."

With a nod of thanks, I took a seat in the waiting area in front of the large reception desk, pulling my phone out of my jacket pocket.

Plugging in one earphone, I clicked the shuffle button on my music app. Immediately Semi-Automatic by Twenty One Pilots began playing, and I tapped my chipped black painted nails on my dark blue jeans to the beat of the song.

Just as the second verse was about to begin, the voice from the receptionist could be heard, and my name was called. I stood up, with the one earphone still in, and walked over. "Third floor, room twenty six. Just buzz outs-"

"Outside the door, I know. Thanks." I said, and started to walk over to the elevator.

I got out the elevator at the third floor and began walking to room twenty six.

As I approached the door, I went to press the buzzer, but as soon as the tip of my finger made contact with the small green button, the door swung open and a person exited, walking straight into me.

"Woah." I exclaimed, making the person make eye contact with me. Underneath the black hood which was over his head, his bright blue eyes lit up his pale, frowning expression.
He couldn't have been much older than me...so he must have been pretty messed up to need to see my Godfather- who's a trauma and disorder therapist.
I noticed his jaw clench together as he looked me up and down before walking past me. "Jerk." I muttered.

"Hey, Darcie come in." I heard the familiar voice of Steven as I watched the boy enter the elevator.

"Hi, Steven." I said, strolling into his office. "Who was that prick?" I said, pointing out the door.

"Darcie." He said, putting his pen down. He hates it when I swear. I rolled my eyes. "That...prick was a client. A client who left his prescription behind. Shit."

"He was your last one for the day, right?" I asked, leaning against the wall. Steven nodded in reply, ruffling his hair with his hands and leaning back in his chair.

"Well let's go give it to him! He couldn't have gone too far."

Steven sighed. "We'll have to. If he doesn't take his meds by this evening, we're gonna have some serious consequ-" he stopped speaking, and bit on the inside of his cheek. "You heard nothing."

"Nah its cool. I know how it is." I replied. Basically, the 'prick' could go into a relapse. It happens to me enough with my anti-depressants. Sometimes, they make me feel sick, so I don't take them. I regret it later.

"And then...well, it's Friday. And we all know what that means."

"Ah. Darcie, you know I can't do pizza night tonight." I sighed.

"What? Your flight isn't until like...midnight!" I leaned against the wall in defeat.

"Yeah, I know, but it takes a good two hours to drive to the airport, and I need to check in three hours before the flight. Look, I'm sorry, Darce. But I'm only out there for a month this time." He said as he stood up from his chair and grabbed his jacket.

"I hate being home alone. I get...scared."

"Darcie, you're seventeen. There's nothing to be afraid of. You know how to defend yours-"