The Story Of Renee

Story of my life

PROLOGUE

"Renée Wood?" questioned a small but gentle voice.

I stood up and straightened my dress, to say I was nervous was an understatement. I've never done this before and I don't know anyone in my family who has. I walked up to the secretary and introduced myself then followed her directions into the office. When I entered the room I came face to face with a woman, she had a big smile plastered across her face and gestured me towards the couch in front of her.

I walked over timidly and sat down.

"Ms. Woods welcome! I'm Dr. Quimby and I am super excited to be your therapist for the next six months"

Woahhh wait a minute, Did I hear her correctly?

"Six months???

What do you mean six months, I was told I only had to come here for three?!" I legit couldn't believe this shit.

"Well, I'm sorry Ms. Woods but I think you may have misinterpreted the information that was given to you because it says here that the judge assigned to your case ordered you to come here twice a week every week for six months. I know it sounds like a lot but I promise this experience will be one of transformation. I'm hoping you leave here with a new outlook and perception of yourself and your life."

I grew silent.

"It also says here that your failure to comply will result in you being sent back to prison. I'd hate to see that happen Ms. Woods," she said almost mockingly while looking down at her clipboard.

I couldn't tell if this bitch was being condescending or respectful.

"I'd hate to see that happen as well," I replied.

"Great!" She said with a big smile.

"So just as a brief walkthrough and to give you a better understanding of what's going to happen, over the next six months we are going to talk about your life and what you feel has brought you to this very point. We will dive into past traumas, and current triggers, and probably find out things about you that you didn't even know yourself. At the end of this, I will do an overview of your progress and report it to the judge, and from there he shall decide your fate."

Still smiling she looked me dead in my eyes and continued

"So, where do you want to start?"

"Well, doctor I don't even know where to start, I've never done this before... therapy, opening up my emotions, expressing myself to a stranger...It's all kind of new to me." I felt awkward and got this weird feeling in my stomach.

"Well, how about you start from the beginning? Tell me some of your earliest childhood memories and we'll work our way up from there. Tell me the story of Renée. Who is she and where does her story begin?"

Still a little hesitant I took a deep breath. I looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. One hour, twice a week, for six months. I guess Dr. Quimby won't be a stranger to me for long. I leaned back on the couch and got comfortable. I closed my eyes and began to think back to the very beginning. and it's like almost instantaneously things I haven't thought about in years all started coming back to me...