Brotherly Hatred | ✔️ | Blue Exorcist

Therapy Session

I was huffing as I knocked on her door, a bit frantic as well. It didn't take long before she opened the door, surprised to see me. "Rin? Are you okay?" I shook my head and swallowed hard, my heart beating furiously against my chest. She ushered me in, "thankfully, I don't have any appointments for awhile. Tell me what happened."

I paced back and forth, trying to get a grasp on reality. I recalled the methods suggested in my anxiety support group. Quickly, I looked around the room and found five things I could see. Then I listened hard to find four things I could hear, my own breathing one of them. Outside our room, I could hear mumbles, was it next door? There were birds chirping outside and I focused on them. I took a deep breath, feeling my heart begin to steady itself. I looked around for something I could touch and grasped my shirt, running my fingers across the cotton. Another deep sigh and I was feeling much better, one more thing for good measure. I walked over and sat down in the seat across from Naomi, who was watching me closely. I reached out and grabbed a candy from the bowl on her desk. Something I could taste, and it was chocolate, so that was a plus.

Popping the sweet into my mouth, I leaned against the back of my chair, thankful to have calmed down. Naomi was patient and waited for me to explain my sudden appearance. I swallowed the chocolate and cleared my throat. "You know that girl I told you about last time?" She hummed and nodded. "She goes here, and I didn't know that." I ran my fingers through my hair, the adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, but it was bearable.

She seemed a bit perturbed by that fact. "Did anything happen?"

I shook my head, "she was with her friends, I guess." I gnawed on my lip as shame flashed through me, "I went up to the fourth floor and she must live up there."

She didn't seem surprised by my actions, I wonder if a lot of people did that. Curiosity drove a lot of people, so I'm sure I'm not the only one to loiter around the fourth floor. "Is there anything else?"

"Uh... she wants to talk to me."

She raised an eyebrow, "do you want to talk to her?"

I shrugged, "no, she's the reason I got so messed up in the first place." Wow, that sounds like a typical teen, going insane over some chick. Embarrassing. "But she seems different... maybe I'm overthinking things."

She picked up her pen and started clicking it, "would talking with her help you? If it were in a safe environment?"

I froze, "you are suggesting that her and I have some sort of meeting or something, right?"

She gave me a look, "that's exactly what I'm suggesting." She set down her pen and gave me her full attention. "Could you speak to her in a room like this, with a nurse on standby?" Well, if there was someone there to make sure she didn't do anything, maybe. I nodded and she clicked her tongue, thinking for a bit. "What would you want to find out from her?"

Good question... "I don't know, I wanna know why she picked me. Why was I so 'special?' Oh! And I'm curious if she feels bad for ... this." I gestured to myself, my fingers running over my scars. She nodded, her eyes flashing with interest. She took a deep breath and hummed. "Rin, what if we do this: instead of your solo therapy session tomorrow, I'll try to set up this meeting with this girl?"

"Can you even do that?" Well, duh, she wouldn't suggest it if she couldn't do it, fucking idiot. "Well, sure, if you think it will help."

"Do you think it will help?"

I stared at her blankly, why did she keep doing that? I'm asking her not the other way around. Whatever, I just nodded, I do think it'll help, maybe not a whole lot, but anything is better than nothing. "Hey, is it really okay if I'm skipping out on therapy?" I thought that shut was mandatory.