Just Be A Man About It

22.

"Swan. You've got a session to go to. You know the drill," the so-called body yelled through my door.

I raise up from my bed and wait for him to open my door. The door slowly opens and I see my usual escorts. Huffing loudly, I put my head in my hands hoping they can see the irritation I have towards them already.

"Let's go Swan. We haven't gotten all day."

I stand up and walk out of my room. Dumb and Dumber stand by my side as they walk me to the therapist's office that I have come to hate so fucking well. I hate being here. People treat me like a prisoner instead of someone who needs help. I just want to solve this "problem" the therapist says that I have so that I can leave, but it doesn't look like I'm leaving anytime soon. The escorts stop in front of the beige door and knock softly.

"Come in," She yells.

The door opens and I walk in going to my usual spot by her window.

"Mr. Swan is here for his appointment."

"Thank you Blair and Marcus. I'll take it from here."

"Call us if you need anything. We've heard that he can be a little hard to handle sometimes."

I scoff at that statement and shake my head.

"I think I can handle him." She says looking my way.

Still looking out of the window, I see people moving around the busy streets of Knoxville. I wish I was out there being free instead of being here closed up in my room and a therapy center all damn say. I hear the doors close meaning that the two stooges left.

"So Trey, how have you been since our last session?"

"Fine."

She scribbles something onto her clip board and stares at me.

"Have you thought about her lately?"

I nod my head and look at the ground. Naomi. She;s the reason why I'm in here, but I don't blame her. I am a psychotic monster. I need the help. I just wish she were here to help me instead.

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"Trey. Baby."

I ignore her. I didn't want to take my anger out on her. She is the one trying to make sure I'm alright.

"Not now Naomi." I mumble.

"Trey, please just-"

"I said not fucking now!" I yell throwing my glass toward her.

She ducks as the glass hits the wall behind her and shatters into a million pieces. I sit back down on the couch and rub my temples.

"Trey, I'm just trying to help-"

"I don't need your help Naomi! Just leave me alone!"