utopian ➳ camren

Part 12

The waiting room where Camila sat had light-brown walls and two paintings. There was a small couch in the corner of the room and a few chairs, with some magazines in front of them on the little coffee table. The few minutes Camila was sitting there –which felt like an eternity to the girl– she spent looking at the paintings. The only canvas that interested Camila the slightest bit had nothing more than a sea and a boat. So simple yet content. She looked at it until a woman opened the door, and she had the most obnoxious smile ever.

Camila decided she hated her therapist the second she laid eyes on her. Darlene Fowler was the woman's name. She had a husband and two children, and they lived a happy life. Camila didn't like her at all, it was obvious she was being overly kind and that made it all feel too forced.

"Good afternoon, Camila." Dr. Fowler greeted the girl as they both sat down, Dr. Fowler on a black leather chair, and Camila on a comfy couch.

"Hi."

"How are you?"

How are you? Really? Is that how you want to break the ice? Wow, so much for being subtle. "I'm fine."

"Good, that's good." Dr. Fowler looked down to write something in a note book. "I'm just finishing up some administration, one moment."

Camila nodded quietly as she scanned the new area. There were more paintings that included boats and there also were pictures of Dr. Fowler on a boat. On her desk there was a small replica of the Titanic, next to another boat Camila didn't recognize. Almost every decoration or picture had something to do with the woman's love for boats and sailing.

Who loves boats that passionately? I knew she was weird. I have to get out of here now before I want to smack that obnoxious smile off her face.

"You look disturbed." Dr. Fowler notices.

Why do you think I'm disturbed, Darlene? "I'm just thinking." Camila replied.

"About ways to excuse yourself out of this appointment?" The woman chuckles lightly at Camila's guilty expression, who said nothing in response.

"You're not the first one to be here because others want them to talk to someone." Dr Fowler explained kindly. "Besides, by judging how you looked when you entered the room I also could've guessed it. Is it because of the color of the walls?" She joked.

The walls of her office were a dark, comforting red. It was pretty cozy and it felt a lot more safer than the empty waiting room. Not that Camila would ever admit that.

"The walls are fine." Camila said with a forced smile on her face. Dr. Fowler seemed to accept it and moved on to another subject.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm trying to get to know your close relatives and friends a bit better. Dinah is your best friend, correct?" Dr. Fowler asked looking at her notebook.

"Correct."

"Tell me a bit about her. How did you become friends?"

"Uh," Camila hesitated. "We've known each other since kindergarten. We grew up together, I guess. She also used to stand up for me whenever someone tried to tease me about where I came from."

Dr. Fowler nodded slowly and wrote something down quickly before she averted her gaze on the girl and asked the next question.

It didn't even took three questions before Camila started answering in detail about whatever the woman asked her. It was mostly small talk, Dr. Fowler would ask something and Camila answered as if she was on a reality TV show. Dr. Fowler asked her about everyone and Camila didn't exactly leave the negative sides of those people out of the story.