The Trail To Happy

Chapter 2

I stared, probably open mouthed, at Dr. Grimmsley dancing next to me. It was so weird, a doctor, dancing next to you in a therapy room. I am going to say this, it was pretty weird. He stopped, noticing that I wasn't dancing and that Raechel was laughing. He straightened his vest and bow tie then adjuste his glaases and walked over to the desk, thus turning off the music. That made me sad.

In case you haven't guessed already, I do have the emotion of sadness. I get sad extremely easily, I also get upset easily and have anger issues. Him turning off the music kind of put me in a slump about this man for killing my fun.

"Please excuse me," he said in his thick accent," I had to turn that off so I could talk to you." He smiled at me and i kind of frowned back. " I told you I'm sorry," he said, smiling at me," I need to do a little evaluation of you. Raechel, think you can go out of the room for a minute or two?"

"Sure," Raechel said with a charmed smile and googoo eyes.She got up and walked out of the room, Dr. Grimmsley watched her walk out of the room and waited till the door was shut and then got up, locked it, and walked back over to his seat.

"So," he said," You're Jasper. I watched your little waiting room incident on my monitor."

"What?" I said in surprise," you watched that!?"

"Yes, for some reason they gave me a security camera monitor that I could watch for quote on quote 'evaluation', it's actually more of spying." He cracked his knuckles and his neck, a little intimtating. "Well, we've both figured out that you love Passion Pit, what else do you like?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh..." I said, how stupid does that sound," I like playing guitar and singing. I like shooting at the gun club and watching balloons float by."

"Does any of this really make you happy?" he asked. I was like, WTF?! who asks those kinds of questions?! does this make you happy?!

"The truth?" I asked, " you really want the truth?"

"Well, yes, that's what I'm here for. But nothing is ever the truth, as you may soon find out with yourself."

"No. I'm actually never truly happy. It's like a vaccuum in my heart. When I'm happy, it just kinda gets sucked right out of me like a drain go kaploosh." He laughed at this little expression.

"Well, that's out of the way," he said and threw "Cuddle Fuddle" on, but soft, like awesome background music," now, you've probably been throguh this a million times but here it is again. I'm here to help you and care for you and your troubles yadayadayada, you get the picture. I'm a therapist. My ways are kind of unconventional though."

This comment took me aback for a second. Unconventional ways? What does this man mean, malpractice? I was ready to get Raechel in here and tell her to get some life insurance on me.

"Wait," I said," unconventional? Isn't that, like, ways no one's used to? I'd rather not do anything crazy!"

Dr. Grimmsley just laughed. "No no no, lad," he said laughing, " these are going to be fun, trust me."

"Trust you?! I barely know you?!". Something you should know about Dr. Grimmsley. He has a bass voice and a deep belly laugh that was infectious.

" Oh my boy!", he laughed again," If you know someone's name, you can know a lot about them. And you already know my name, favorite music and color."

"Color?"

"Blue. Now you know."

"Do you smoke?"

"Ew no, the smell came with room and my calogne doesn't help it. Smells like old man chain smoker, doesn't it?"

I laughed. It feels good to laugh, I haven't done it much personally, but it's a feeling you miss when it's done. Especially if it's from your gut, it feels great!

Dr. Grimmsley asked me more questions like why I'm here.

"Why are you here?" he asked with a now serious look in his eyes.

"I'm here because of a clinical dpression relapse. It really wasn't though. See, about a year ago I had tried to kill myself, but I didn't. So I told Raechel about it and she took me here to see if they could help. Don't get me wrong, it didn't because I'm right here, but I'm still never happy. So I'm here because of that. It feels strange to be back and know I feel like I'll have to keep coming." Dr. grimmsley looked me right in the eyes and smiled.

"I'm here to change that," he said with his smile," I'll be sure that this never happens again. I'm surprised this place hired me, I don't like to see successful patients come back."

He stood up and walked to the door, unlocked it and ushered Raechel back in. He scribbled down something and told her to schedule as soon as she could.

We walked out of the room and I had an unknown feeling in my heart. Happy. Just a little then gone. But I feel that this is going to work.

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We were in the car driving home when I saw the note in the cup holder.

"Raechel?", I asked," what did Dr. Grimmsley write in that note?"

"What?", she said as she was concentrating on her driving," oh, oh the note. Just his phone number and your medications."

I groaned. I didn't want to have to be on medication again. Last time they made me not want to eat and made me terribly drowsy.

"You need it," she said," it will make this go a lot smoother,"

"But how'd he know i need medication I f he only asked me about myself?"

Raechel looked at me," He's studied with the greatest and he has a beautifully wonderfully ingenius mind," she said," a nurse told me about him when she walked by and asked about you. She said to consider yourself lucky to get him."

I pondered this. I was working with the greatest pschiatrist that probably ever lived. Maybe his unconventional ways will be my cure.

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The rest of the drive was in silenece and you could only hear the passing cars. We pulled into the driveway of our condo and went inside. As soon as we did, I unlocked the door with my keys and went up to my room and grabbed my guitar. I really never play anything by real artists so I played the one and only song that I actually know by heart, "If I'm Murdered In The City" by The Avett Brothers, it's beautiful.

Soon we had to go pick up my medication. Apparently when you order this medicine, they know somethings wrong with you and advert their eyes from you. Depression stinks. The only thing good about it is you can lash out and not got in trouble for it and when the pharmicists advert their eyes, you can make faces at them and other things. One time a pharmacist didn't even look at us and me and Raechel just started making faces and mocking him behind his back, it was soooo much fun.

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I lay in bed that night, not sleeping. Too many things are mulling over in my mind. Theses 'unconventional ideas' of his, what are they. It's kind of scaring the wits out of me. But, he listens to good music and he's tasteful. he has a hearty laugh and is very nice, at least he's not Dr. Phil...that'd be weird.

As I finally drift off, I dream. The dream is of me being happy and laughing all the time and singing my emotions out. The dream lasted all night. I woke up in tears the next morning.