Be My Friend

Chapter 14: Back Off Bitch

The empty feeling doesn't subside, and eventually, it grows worst when I enter the doors to my therapy session. I figured I was going to have one of those days. You know, the ones where you ask yourself: 'what's the point?' About seven times every couple of hours throughout the day. I was feeling just fine before I woke up, but then my brain decides to fuck me over. 

"Meet any new people since the last time I saw you?" Dr. Nelson asks whilst pulling out his notepad. He adjusts his glasses by pushing them up further on the bridge of his nose.

"I saw you only a couple days ago." I deadpan. After a few moments of silence, I gather he's looking for an actual answer. I roll my eyes. "Yeah," I sigh. "I have."

His bushy grey eyebrows raise in immediate shock but he quickly composes himself. A step to a breakthrough! My brain mocks. "Does this person have a name?" He asks.

"Yeah. Damian." I answer. If I said Ruler of the Underworld that probably wouldn't have gone over that well and I'd be thrown into the looney bin before I could say 'oops'. God, I fucking hate this asshole, I think irritatedly. The way he was looking at me was annoying; everything about him was annoying. 

"Would this Damian like to attend one of these sessions with you?" He inquires as he jots something down on his notepad. That damn notepad. Bitter thoughts and more expletives run through my head. 

"Probably not. I don't think he's a people person, per-say." I reply while cracking my knuckles. Per-say? I bet he'd make a person that stepped on his shoe accidentally implode in 0.2 seconds flat.

"Ask him if he'd like to join. He's always welcome." Dr. Nelson says with a plastic smile. I visibly roll my eyes. He probably thinks I'm making him up.

"He's real." I snap, digging my nails into my palms in irritation.

"I didn't say he wasn't." Nelson firmly states as if speaking to a child. I wasn't a child. Why am I even here? Was he even a professional? 

I take a few calming breaths. Where was all this irritation coming from? Usually, I was quite calm and maybe sometimes I'd get a little hysterical but I've never had a short fuse, but maybe it was because I wasn't having that great of a day.

The session goes by in short-cut answers and stiff nods. "Are we done here?" I ask quickly. My shoulders are aching from being stiff this whole session. He nods and says his goodbyes but I don't bother with returning them. 

On the way out I might've slammed the door a little harder than necessary.