Another Way Out Of My Mind

Street Dreams

The next morning Tal sits in his office, he fixes a lot of paper work before he grabs his clipboard. He asks Aron to bring him his first patient to evaluate as he waits patiently in the small room.

Jorel walks into the room, he sits down and then looks at Tal. It's quiet for a few moments before Tal speaks up.

"So, Mr. Decker, How are you feeling?" Tal raises a brow.

"Honestly?" Jorel runs a hand through his hair.

"Yes." Tal nods once.

"I feel like shit. I really just want to die. I can't do anything right. Everyone hates me and I hate me too. I can't even kill myself properly and my girlfriend hardly cares." Jorel scoffs.

"Is your girlfriend the blonde?" Tal tilts his head.

"She picked the fucking psychopath over me. I get it, I'm awful. She'll have slept with every male here by the end of the week. She's a whore." Jorel mutters, "Fuck. The only reason I haven't told her brother is because I'm trying to protect her. She doesn't care."

"I see and have you talked to her about this?"

"No! Every time I do anything she either gets pissed or cries, sometimes she's so happy but then she turns and yells at me. We fuck and then fight. That's it."

"Why are you with her?"

"Because since I can't love myself, I give my love to her, but it's like she can't see that. So I end up feeling worse and destroying myself. I haven't told her, but she's part of the reason I have so many scars. It's too much after a while."

"You self harm?"

"Yea, Often."

"Well you won't be able to in here, Don't worry, Jorel. We'll help you."

"Is that all you needed? Can I go eat breakfast now?"

"Yea, Send in George."

Jorel nods once, he gets up and walks out. George walks in a few minutes later, he doesn't sit down.

"No." George shakes his head.

"Let's talk." Tal looks up at him.

"No." George repeats.

"Alright. I won't push. Send in someone else." Tal grumbles.

George turns around and walks out, he slams the door behind himself.

Tal rolls his eyes and then pauses when he looks up and sees Dylan walking into the room.

"Damn, I'm so special I get my own time with you, hot stuff." Dylan grins.

Tal blinks once and then shakes his head, "Are you hitting on me?"

"That depends, Do you find me attractive?" Dylan raises a brow and smirks.

"You're not suppose to flirt with your doctor. Please control yourself." Tal groans and rubs his face.

"Or you could let me control you." Dylan smirks slightly more.

"Out! Out! Get out of my office! Go send me Jordan. Get out!" Tal yells and quickly shoos Dylan off.

Dylan leaves and then a bit later Jordan walks in, he rubs his hands together and looks at Tal.

"Jordan, It's good to see you, You don't look so well, Have you eaten?" Tal raises a brow.

"Yea." Jordan mumbles a little.

"So how do you feel?" Tal raises a brow.

"Fat, Ugly, and Stupid." Jordan mumbles.

"You're not fat, ugly, or stupid, Jordan." Tal shakes his head.