Val

Hard candy.

Three.

From the moment I met you,

I knew that everything would change.

"Let's say you had an chance to get back at him, would you?"

Her eyes burned into mine with such hatred, not towards me but her ex boyfriend.

"I could never cheat, it's not in my blood. But it would feel good to hit him with an fucking car!"

She shouted into the previously quiet room making me flinch but also more concerned. I wrote on my notepad. While still showing her that I was listening.

"There's no need to yell Rachel he's not here in this room. I'm not him. So please don't treat me as so. And that should be for anyone you speak to. I understand you're hurting, and I don't blame you but when you take your pain out on others, it pushes them away." I attempted to not sound harsh but still stern.

Rachel was always on edge, happy or not. She was strong in her emotions. If she was smiling, she'd try to make everyone smile and if she was sad then she'd try to kill herself. And then when she was angry she'd yell, throw things and threaten people. She was bipolar.

She did take her prescribed pills at times. More often then so. But when she didn't, she'd be harmful to people and herself.

She's been my patient for an couple months now, and I love picking at her brain. I like to see what will make her smile or angry. But I try my best to not go too far.

She nodded her head understandably while chewing on her red nails. "I'm not going to lie doc, I think about stabbing him in the chest over and over again. My last stab would be in his heart, even if he's already dead. I'd still do it. Just so he could know that he fucked with the wrong bitch." She spit venom out in every word. I couldn't judge her because I knew how it felt. To want someone dead so badly that you think about it all the time. It was sickening but nourishing in a way.

"Use another vocabulary, there's no need for the fowl language. Once you use new words then it opens new windows of true feelings." I pushed my glasses up feeling them slowly slide down my nose.

"You sure do know you're shit Mercado." She sluggishly smiled while slouching in the chair more.

I frowned at her, seeing that her potty mouth would take some time.

"Thank you. Now Rachel we both know you can't hit him with a car nor stab him. That solves nothing at all. He'd be dead and you'd be in jail. How is that going to make you happy? It'll feel good at that moment but once it's over you'll feel remorse. You'll cry yourself to sleep, maybe even try to end it all by turning yourself in or kill yourself.

You've come so far, why end it all over a man who lost the best thing he ever had? Cheating is wrong, yes. And you feel like he should suffer. But let karma do its job while you build yourself up to find the true man to make you smile." She was now in tears, trying her best not to show it.

I slightly shoved the tissue box on the table towards her. She looked at me and then the box and grasped two tissues.

I sat and waited until she was ready to compose herself.