Fatal Lullaby

Fatal Attraction

"So, how have you been feeling lately?" The therapist asked me, holding a writing pad, and a pencil.

"Good." I say.

"Anything happen lately?" He asks. Just full of questions.

"Are we going to talk about my child hood? Cause that's usually happens in movies." I ask him, ignoring his question.

"I don't know, do you want to talk about your child hood?" He asks me going in circles. His method is to answer me with questions. Dr. Lemons, best therapist in town. I think they only say that, because there are only two, in town. I look out the window. The clouds are gray and stormy matching my mood.

"Not really." I say.

"And why is that?" He questions. I don't say anything, just simply shrug. He sighs a soft sigh, and takes of his glasses."You know Mercy, that you can talk to me about anything, right." I don't look at him just nod. If I barely reveal my feelings to my mom, what makes him think that I wouldn't do the same to him? A stranger. A stranger who doesn't care, just wants to get paid then go home.

"How's everything at school?" He tries again. I finally turn to look at him.

"Just dandy." I start, "I go to school, knowing my best friend is in the hospital, for- for reasons, and that she's hurt. For some strange reason everyone seems to hate me, which I don't know why. Just. Freaking. Peachy." I tell him in a flat tone. Though you can hear the undercurrent of anger in it.

"Well, I can see you have a lot of anger in you." He says writing something down in his notebook.

Really? That's all he has to say?

"Is this session over?" I ask looking at the clock. He glances at the at the clock then nods.

"Yes, but we should have more sessions." He says writing something down on that damn notebook.

"What!?" I cried outraged, "That's not fair! I don't need therapy." I say trying to control my anger. I can feel blood slightly trickling in my palm, from digging my nails to hard on my skin.

"Yes, I'm sorry Mercy, but you do." He says, "I need to talk to your mother about assigning the schedule"

"But it was only supposed to be a one day thing." I say in defeat slumping in my chair. I see him walk out the door, and call my mothers name. Quietly I hear them talk behind the door. I don't hear much just snippets. 

"Mercy....anger....sessions..." That's all I heard from Dr. Lemons.Then I hear three words that I hoped my mother wouldn't have said. But I heard it loud and clear.

"I completely agree." Her voice was smooth and controlled.

I don't need therapy! Only people with problems need it right? And I don't have problems. But it doesn't matter because I'm being forced here against my own will. I see both Dr. Lemons and my mother walk in the room, and I make my face blank. No matter how much he tries he is not going to get an emotion out of me.

"So, me and your mother were talking about arrangements and we have gotten the conclusion." He says and was about to continue when my mom beat him to it.

"You will come here every Tuesdays, and Thursday." She says. "I already filled in the paperwork, and your medical insurance so you shouldn't worry about that. Also, you should attend every appointment."

"Why am I here again?" I ask.

"Well, Dr. Lemons has informed me that you have anger issues," She says bluntly. I gape at her.

"And also in your file it says you have been through some traumatic events." Dr. Lemons adds quickly.  I close my mouth, and mutter a whatever.

"Understand?" My mom asks sternly.