Am I Going Crazy

(3) Behind Brown Eyes

❦Corey

When I walked back into Holly Hills the week after, I felt myself getting nervous.

What if Jonathan was too much for me to handle? What if he didn't like me? Surely the patient would have to tolerate the therapist themself to actually cooperate.

I sighed, messing with the collar of my red butten-up, while my other hand wiped the sweat onto my jeans.

My cheap satchel was slung around my shoulder, which only consisted of Jonathan's file and a piece of paper with a couple of reminders on it.

I opened the glass doors of Holly Hills hesitantly.

Maybe I was nervous because I had re-read Jonathan's file over again, and I had discovered some things that Mr. Crahan had failed to mention beforehand.

After I checked in at the front desk, I sauntered back over to Mr. Crahan's office so he could officially introduce me to Jonathan "in a round-about way."

I had the urge to put him in his place for that disrespectful remark.

I mean, I'm aware that everyone fears him, but he should at least have the decency to truly introduce me to the kid.

Of course, I kept my thoughts and opinions to myself. Don't wanna get fired on the first day, y'know?

"Good morning Mr. Taylor." Mr. Crahan said, stepping away from his desk to shake my hand.

I muttered a quick hello back, and followed him towards the elevator.

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"Again, if there's any problems with Jonathan, just use the walkie-talkie." Mr. Crahan said, giving me an uneasy smile before bidding me farewell.

I wasn't really sure if I was supposed to knock before entering Jonathan's room, so I went the (sort of) respectful rout and knocked lightly on the door twice before walking in.

When I walked into the small room, I was expecting to see the cliche white, foam walls coating the entire small room.

But when I saw it was just a normal room, I was relieved.

Jonathan's space consisted of a small chair with a light sitting atop the small table next to the new piece of furniture.

There was a bookcase in the corner of the room...with no books in it.

While the walls weren't a foamy, square-like wall, the painted walls were still a boring beige color.

After looking around the place, I finally spotted Jonathan sitting in the other corner on his bed.

When I approached him, he didn't awknowledge my footsteps. His eyes remained trained on his clothed feet.

I awkwardly cleared my voice, mentally flinching when Jonathan scowled I response.

"Good morning Jonathan." I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "I'm Corey."

Jonathan let out a scoff. "Are you my new temporary stalker- er therapist?"

Oh, he's a smartass. Perfect.

I cleared my throat again. "Uhm, yes Jonathan. I'm your new therapist. I think we should start our session by getting to know eachother a little bit."

Jonathan, for the first time, looked up at me, and I almost staggered back.

"What makes you think I wanna talk to you?" Jonathan breathed, his voice warning-like.

There was pain and isolation swimming in his glossy brown eyes. It was obvious that he was trying to shield his emtions with angst and anger, but I was determined to un-mask those feelings.

I stuffed my hands in my jean pockets as I said. "Nothing. I'm sure you want absolutly nothing to do with me."

He gritted his teeth. "Then why the hell are you here?"

I looked at him, my expression softer as I said, "I wanna help you Jonathan."

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