Gotta Be Me Myself and I

Prologue

"Marcy, I need you to cooperate please. Your parents are paying a lot of money for this ya know," claimed the woman in red and brown rags for clothing that seemed to be older than me.

"Yeah I get it, you're a rip off who doesn't even use her money to look decent," I spat out.

"My, you're a feisty one aren't ya? Do people ever call you that? Feisty? Maybe sassy, or... Mean?" She was pushing my buttons now. I'm not sure how long I had been there, but it felt

like centuries. I just kept telling her nothing interesting.

"I don't see why I should tell you," I was not letting this lady get inside my head.

"How about we start with this; close your eyes and tell me what color you see. Easy enough, right?"

I just wanted to leave, but I was forced to be there so may as well give my eyes a break from staring at the undercover witch. "Black," I said aloud and opened my eyes to see a disappointed look on the witch's face.

"Well, you didn't think about it did you? You just said black and that's it? You really don't see any other colors?" Her questioning me made me want to scream, but I settled for a long, long grunt. That'll teach her. "I'm sorry that you don't want to be here, but there must be something you want to get off your chest! That's why I'm here and I know it'll make you feel all better." She claimed like the professional therapist she thought she was.

"Listen lady, I feel fine and I don't think you need to, nor have any interest in knowing my thoughts-except to get a big check from my dad," I would sass her that whole session if that was what it took.

"Please, just call me Lisa. I want you to feel like I am a friend. I can be a friend who respects your thoughts and opinions! I won't judge you, I promise," She gave me a massive grin. I was not sure why she hadn't broken yet. There was no way she was not thinking about slapping me in the mouth right then. I just kind of sat there in silence. Maybe that would make her more frustrated if I wouldn't even speak one more word. To distract myself from her nagging I started to observe her odd facial features. Lisa was portrayed to me as older, especially with her rags that she wears and labels as "clothing." I then noticed she must have only been around 30-35 with no wrinkles and perfectly symmetrical cheek bones with that big grin still on her face. Her eyes were a deep river green with minuscule pupils and long black lashes that practically reached her eyebrows. I didn't think eyelashes could ever be that long. "Marcy. Hello! Marcy! Are you there Marcy?" I swear no one had ever annoyed me more.

"Sorry, I was just, uh, daydreaming," I didn't mean to talk, but we all make mistakes.

Would you like to tell me what you were daydreaming about?" She thought she could crack me. I would get her distracted so easily.

"I was thinking about how disappointed you were when I said I saw black. Could you tell me what seeing black means?" Now she would lay off of me for a moment explaining her bullshit psychology. Thank god.

"Oh, I didn't think you'd be interested. I usually keep it to myself to make a diagnosis. Mostly black is just what you say when you don't feel like answering a real color, but if you really meant it then I'll tell you," She seemed to be very confident in her made-up methods. What the hell did she even mean by black not being a real color?

"Of course I meant it! I saw black and that's it. Maybe my mind is color blind!" Faking enthusiasm took all the energy right out of me.

"Okay I'll tell you then. Black represents emptiness in a sense. Maybe you're lonely right now and need someone to talk to. Another thing is that you had a recent loss of a close family member or friend to you," She continued to explain the background to seeing the color black, but I just blocked it out. It was quite hilarious how now she thought these things of me. My parents think I have a mental illness, but what about this lady? She was making up bullshit based on the color I saw when I closed my eyes. Everyone sees black! We go to sleep and close are eyes and what color is there? Black. I decided on fooling with her a little more.

"Let me stop you there," I held out my palm as if she was a dog being told to heel. She was in my control then. "You're right. I did have a recent loss. It was tragic really. A girl that I've went to school with since kindergarten recently got hit by a bus. She never spoke any words to me in her life except 'weirdo','loser' and 'bitch'. She was very kind and I'll miss her dearly." I checked the clock and it was 4:30pm. I had done it! I survived my first therapy session and hoped I would not have to go through another. It had been an hour. I was doing a happy dance in my head that "Lisa" couldn't see. "Peace out, Lisa! It's 4:30!"

"Wait a minute!" She tried stopping me, but I was already halfway out the door. I sprinted down the skinny flight of laminate stairs and skipped over to my mom's new Nissan Pathfinder and hopped right on in.

"Hi sweetie. How was the session?"

"It was so much fun! Lisa really gets me. Alright so we are going straight home now, right?"

"That's great! Since your session went so well you don't have to grocery shop with me," My mom is such a sucker.