"I know what you're going to say."
"And what's that?"
"So Logan, tell me exactly how you're feeling right now. Tell me what's bothering you. Some shit along the lines of that"
"And what makes you think that, Logan?"
"You're a shrink, it's a scripted job. You get paid to say those words."
"Well, that may be so. But those words work."
"No they don't. Seriously, you don't want to know what goes on in my fucked up head."
Doctor Brooks looked up from his clipboard, sighing heavily.
"What makes it fucked up, Logan?"
"Everything,"
"Everything?" He replied, confusion on his face.
"Yep, I've got a screw loose somewhere."
"You can be helped."
"No, I can't. It doesn't matter what words come out of your mouth --nothing- and I mean nothing will help me. Not even a fucking miracle."
"I believe in miracles."
"Could you be any gayer?"
"Think what you want. I believe in miracles, as I believe in angels and heaven and hell."
"Maybe you need to be the one in this chair?"
"I'm not crazy, Logan. I'm open-minded."
"Whatever floats your boat, James. I'm out of here"
Logan got up, stretching her legs and dulling out the stiffness from sitting down for too long.
"We still have 10 minutes left."
"Look, you can say all the psychobabble bullshit you want. It's not going to work. We both know that therapy doesn't work."
"Fine, go. I don't care. But if you ever need to talk, Logan, I'm here 24/7"
"That's sad. Don't you have even an ounce of a social life?"
"Go home, Logan."
"Fine, be like that. Bye Dr Brooks"
"Bye Logan"
Logan ran out, not wanting to be in that room anymore. She took her time getting to the car park though, her mind processing some of the things that Dr Brooks had said.
"I believe in miracles." She mocked,
"I'm here 24/7" She added.
"And they call me crazy." She muttered to herself.
But in fact, she was. She was crazy, and she knew it.
"My stupid, fucked up head." She said, hitting the side of her head with a balled up fist.
She got in her car and drove home.
