Therapy

Monday

"Uggghhh" -As I try to reach to my phone to turn of my alarm clock.
"9 o'clock?! What the hell I start working at 10.." -I sigh and roll out of bed.

Well some university team did a research and concluded that early risers are less likely to be depressed. But on mondays? Not me..

I jump under the shower and make breakfast and eat it while I drive to work. It's a long 30 minute drive. Oh, wait I forgot to introduce myself. I am Nora, female, 28 years old. I work 4 days a week at a rehab center. O, yeah little big detail I'm so single. I have been since I was 21.

Which is also the age I converted to Islam. My family is Catholic. I never dared to wear the hijab, atleast not yet. So many things holding me back. Like for instance: My family... And pretty much every person that keeps asking me when I'll join ISIS. ahaha funny guys.. Really those people must be put in a rocket to another planet... Because they are a waste of oxygen. More important people need that oxygen, you know?

So let me intoduce you to You. You (dear reader) are my imaginary companion. (Are you serious?!) Yes, actually I am very serious. I came up with a theory. A few years back I studied childern and the phenome of "Imaginary friend". Turns out that childern that have an Imaginary friend develop better because appearently it has some theraputic effect...

I know right.. Too much too proces. Think about it. Your imaginary friend...(You) is the perfect friend that will always listen to your story and the perfect version of me.

So back to YOU again. You are obiviously likewise 28 years old, female but you are... a baker. I always wanted to be a baker. I mean you make great cakes! I'll defenitly hire you to make my future wedding cake. I'm kidding. I'll end up without cake on my big day...

O gosh I've been talking too much. We've already arrived at the rehab center. 10 minutes before I start my shift. I would say: on fleek! That's stuff cool people say when they have done their make up or their eyebrows. But I dont do either of those. I'm such a boring person.

I step out of the car. Walk into my office. Which is really small by the way. They cut so much off our budget! But hey atleast I can speak to the patients one on one. But I can't have any sicissors or sharp objects... Security messurements, incase a patient tries to escape.

So my office mostly consists out of a table, two chairs and a bookself for file holding. Just as I try to unpack my bag and turn on my tablet, Tiffany the nurse walks with Zoë. Zoë, female, 20 criminal record, got send here after the judge decided she needed rehab and wears the gray patient outfit. Which so looks like the "Orange is the new black outfits" but the grey ones... Obiviously.

I start recording on my tablet.
"Hey Zoë, Whats upp?".
Zoë is totally the I-must-always-wear-pink-type and also a heroïne addict. She entered the rehab center a month ago. She is a complete mess. The first week she wouldn't open up to me. Like most patients. After I told her pink was my favorite color after I came with pink bracelet to work. Supprise, I hate pink. My dead aunt gave me that bracelet. She was an awfull person that bought me this bracelet years ago for christmas. Actually she bought me 10 of them and gave me each year the same bracelet... Maybe she had more than 10... We will never know.

So I promised Ill give Zoë this bracelet if she completes her 6 month rehab program. I have 10 anyways, and just two arms. I can bribe 8 Zoë's.

"Zoë had some nightmares over the past weekend. I know you have a busy schedule, but can you take Zoë first, before Adam?" -says Tiffany demanding
" Sure, because you asked so nicely dear Tiffany. I have about 45 min before I start with Adam. But I've see you have memorised the schedule."- I chuckle.
Tiffany rolls her eyes. " Ofcourse I have. I'am the one that brings them in every day in the same order."
I don't think Tiffany likes her job very much. " I guess we need to spice things up a little, otherwise you'll get bored!"
" O please Nora, I got bored first day I started this job, which is about 9 years ago." -She says as she leaves and closes the door.

" Zoë. Please take a seat" -I see her moving awkwardly to the chair and take her seat.
" Zoë tell me about those nightmares" Zoë's eyes get filled up with tears.
" I-I-I'am afraid, you might hold me longer here."
I'll admit this place is litterly a prison, and hygiëne... Zoë was a pretty high class girl before her parents abandonned her. She basicly spend all her money on drugs. After I convinced her that I'm the only person she can talk to without any concequences , which is a lie, (this job contains alot of lying) she told me about her nightmares.
" O, dokter churchill."
" Zoë just call me Nora"- Im such an unprofessional dokter.
" Yeah.. Nora I do have someone I can talk with, Adam.."- She says with a loving stare.
"Earth to Zoë, sexual interaction is not premitted between these walls, also rehab babies are the worst kind." Zoë chuckles.
"noo Adam isn't like that!"

Speak of the devil. Tiffany walks in with Adam.
" I guess our time is up Zoë."
She stands up winks to Adam. Tiffany rolls her eyes as she leads Zoë back to her room.

Adam, 30 male, a total hottie, hard drugs addict, 5.6 tall, here on his own will (His dead mother wanted him to stop drugs) and College dropout.
Irony: he used to study Psychology.

" Sooo DOKTER Nora, whats popping."- Adam says excited
" not much, Probebly will be listening to your analies of my patients.."
He chuckles.
"Not that I don't apriciate it, It's very usefull having someone that is here day and night. Too bad you dropped out, you would defenitly become a second Freud." -I say.
"Well, I dropped out because of my mother dying and I had to work to pay her medical bills..."-He paused

" By selling hard drugs and after she died, you started using the drugs?"- I said finishing his sentence.
" Exactly about 6 years ago. "
I look at him and say " Impressive you started using hard drugs 6 years ago but you decided two weeks ago that you would go in rehab following your moms wishes, bit late don't you think?"

He leaned forward and looks very annoyed. I started to feel a little bit unconfertable.
" I mean it is impressive the cops didn't catch you using hard drugs for 6 years."-I said nervously.

He chuckles and smirks
"For a dokter you are not really a professional"- He says as he moved his hand through my hair. I slap his hand away.
"Adam you are quite a charmer don't you think? Zoë is all over you, don't get her pregnant"-I was dead serious.

The pregnancy rate is like 5 a year. Which is supprisingly a lot for a rehab that has only mixed breakfast, lunch and dinner. I don't even want to imagine where they try to...

"Get her Pregnant?! Are you kidding, she looks like a cow. She did flash her small boobs at me yesterday at lunch. I saw she had a big black spots on het stomach. And she is so pale, so she defenitly looked like a cow. I think I saw hair growing out of the black spots. My lunch almost got out the wrong way" -he looks disgusted.
Irritated by what his comment about Zoë I say :" O looks like time is up, I have my 15 min break" Adam looks confused and leaves the room. He can walk around freely since he is here on free will.

I'm pretty sure I still had 5 minutes left with Adam. But what he said about Zoë made me remember that all men mostly or only care about looks.

Which for me looks are a sensitive subject ever since I was born. I was born with a naevus (birth spot) on right cheek. Which is pretty hard to hide since covers almost my whole right cheek. This birth mark involves a history of middle school and high school bullying.

And well Adam? He is denfinitly right... I am far from a professional. I just couldn't listen any more to him bad mouthing Zoë. Besides my belly had been screaming "Taco Bell for lunch!"

*Author note* Hey guys. I'm planning to make this way more exciting with lots of weird characters. It is a rehab which is basicly a magnet for weirdo's. I hope my English is readable as it is not my mother tongue. Oh, yeah...It is my first story. I need your opinion! (but dont be too mean)♡ xxx love ya!