"That's a bad habit,"
I ignore her.
"Are you Impressionable?" My therapist asks.
"What's that even mean?"
"It means you are easily influenced" She says brushing imaginary flecks of dust her velvet skirt.
"No." I continue to bite my nail. Why would she think that?
I stop biting my nails letting my hand drop into my lap.
"Don't stop on my account."
She smiles.
"I'm not." I lie. Stupid therapist. Why am I here? I'm not crazy. I'm not disturbed or bothered by anything. Well, except Alex's death.
"Did you hear me?" Her voice interrupts my thoughts.
"What." I snap agitated. I bite on my nails again.
"So, you need a smoke?"
I glare at her. My eyes wander to her name tag.
"No, thank you, Angus," I grin smugly "Isn't that a guys name."
She shifts in her leather chair making it fart.
"Isn't Rudy." She counters "Besides everyone calls me by my nickname it's Camie"
"Cool." I roll my eyes not giving a care in the world. I bite my nail more viciously causing it to bleed.
"So back to my question-"
"I quit." I cut her off.
"How convenient." Camie writes on her clipboard.
I bite on my nails.
Camie watches me curiously.
The clock still ticks and I crunch on my nails some more.
My thumbnail bleeds until a trail of blood goes down my arm.
"Can I get a band-aid?"
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Crazy (#MysteryFriday)
Mystery / ThrillerAlex Sawyer was last seen alive with Rudy Redstone. His body has not been found and little evidence has been collected. With Rudy as the only suspect who remembers nothing of the party night, the case is nothing but a cold trail. What happened at th...
