Cherry soda calamity

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I liked the ways the trees looked when we zipped by them. I liked how the tops seemed to pierce the sky.
I was aware of my breathing, uneven but trying to regulate.
The car was quiet, no radio humming to distract me from my inner thoughts, the emotions rising up from the shit storm that I'm not quite sureis passing.
My mother told me that  he was one of the best therapists she could find, and that she knew I was in good hands. I nodded and half listened to her chirping about this therapist as I watched the trees, picturing myself embodied in the wind, zipping by the car and away from my issues. It was a nice comforting thought that made my eyelids heavy.
I didn't even notice we were where we needed to be until my mother rapped on my window, motioning for me to get out of the car.
We were in someone's driveway.
I undid my seatbelt and climbed out of the car, hurriedly following my mother into the house.
The inside smelt like medicine and stale air, and made the back of my throat feel sticky. There was a small lady at the desk in the middle of the entrance, who greeted us without pausing her clickity clacking acrylic nails from her keyboard. When I got closer to her I noticed how little she didn't want to be. This woman wanted to be noticed.
She had brittle bleach blonde hair in a nifty updo that looked like the product used in it could single handedly burn a  hole the size of a mini van into the ozone layer. She had bright makeup, deep blue smeared up to her eyebrows, her eyes lined all the way around,making her deep grey eyes seem beady and dawning.
"How can I help ya?" She asked in a nasally voice, cracking her gum and grinning a lipstick smeared show stopper.
My mother smiled at her and told her I had an appointment with Dr. Klootzak.
The lady nodded and Pressed a small button on her desk. She smiled at my mother and I, "he'll be down in a moment" She sang between gum smacks.
I look to my mother, to check if she still believes that this was the best guy she could find. She was looking at her hands with a calm expression.
shit.
No more than a moment later, a  portly red faced man hobbled down the stairs. He smiles at my mother and I, and in a booming voice tells me to come with him.
He rambles about how glad he is to meetme,and how lovely my mother was. He said she was very kind, from how she spoke on the phone,and with her being concerned about me over all in this.. situation
I just nodded and followed him up the stairs to his office.
The third door to the left.
He pushed open the door, and offered me a sweet, which i politely declined  automatically, regretting the answer almost immediately. They looked down right delicious, but it was too late.
His office looked to be what was supposed to be a master bedroom, covered in exotic wall decorations and little trinket toys. His walls were lined with little tiki heads, ranging with emotions. I liked them.
He offered me a  seat in front of his desk, in a odd looking chair. It looked like a operating table from one of those dystopian sci-fi thrillers pops always watched with me.
I half expected him to strap me down and inject me with a chemical x type syrumand give me some form of mutant abilities. I chuckled to the thought and sat down, sinking into the chair.
Fuck this was comfy.
He sat down at his desk with a dad grunt, and folded his fingers in on themselves.
"So my dear," he starts in his still too loud for just the two of us in the room voice, "how are you feeling?"