Therapy Session Stingue •Yukinerva

Session Two: Ignominy

Session Two:
Ignominy: (n.) public shame or disgrace

Minerva • Orlando

As soon as the bell rang, I headed towards the drab building. I don't exactly know what I was expecting when I opened the door I greeted by the overly cheerful receptionist. "You must be the Doctor's next patient?" She smiled and I wanted to hurt her for being so cheerful. Who would be happy about someone confessing to being crazy? "Listen, don't try that with me. It's annoying and fake, it makes me want to punch you, so.. Shut. Up." I smirked glaring at her maliciously. She backed away from me and I sneered.

That was the beauty of fear, it was sincere. No one could lie to you in fear, I would know better than anyone. When I sunk down into the uncomfortable seat, I knew I was making a mistake. No one could help me. No one could save me. I'd rather die than be sitting there but I was. The middle aged man staring at me and studying me.

I couldn't breathe. I was pretty sure I was having a panic attack and if he found out about this, there's no telling what he would do. "Minerva?" I flinched as he called my name. "Ah.. So how does this work? Do I confess that I'm mentally insane?" I asked trying my best to be completely disrespectful.

He just took a deep calming breathe. "I'm sure you're not insane. How was school today?" He smiled kindly and I flinched. Who was this guy? Why was he so nice? It's like his kindness was actually genuine. But of course, that couldn't be possible. Nobody was genuine, only fake smiling faces ready to crush you once you smile back.

"School was shitty. I hate everyone, in fact I was thinking of blowing up the school."

"School is that bad? I'm sorry, do you want to talk about that?"

Why was he so kind? I didn't get it, it made me more agitated and I wanted to hit things. Anything. Just make him stop.

"What is wrong with you? Are you crazy? I'm trying to blow up the school! I want to hit things! I threatened your receptionist! I hate everyone! And yet, you're still nice to me?!" My nails were digging into chair and my face felt hot from anger.

The doctor looked at me. "You want to hit something then hit me. You want to blow up the school go ahead." He spoke slowly and calmly with a carefree attitude.

"W-what..?.." I found myself staring at him with wide eyes, stuttering in confusion. Even more confusing is that he started to smile at me. He smiled at me like we were discussing something beautiful or great. "That. That hesitation just proved that you don't want to do any of that, do you ?"

My heart was slamming up against my chest, my breathing eradicated, and my whole body shaking. I felt trapped in that damn office. I didn't meet his eyes.

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"N-no.."

I whispered, my voice barely audible. We had been sitting there for twenty minutes before I gave him my answer. I knew he heard me but he didn't say a word. When the clock sounded, I grabbed my stuff and ran out of there vowing I wasn't going to return.

Minerva • Orlando

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But I knew I was lying to myself.