The Thoughts of a Serial Killer

Chapter 6: Therapy

I decided it was the smart thing to do, go to therapy and speak to a complete stranger about my life. At least if I end up confessing he or she wont be able to use the confession in court for all things said to a therapist is confidential. Might as well. This man Dr. Tucker asked me to call him by his first name, Robert. Why? Does he not feel he deserves to be referred to as Doctor? Does he want me to feel comfortable, or does it make him feel comfortable with me. I am a stranger to him as well, that is a reasonable explanation. Of course he had to ask Tell me about your childhood? Couldnt you ask me a more complicated question? This seems to simple for quick results as to what is troubling me. I responded. I remember him raising his brow at my response. What a man, his window says no judgement, seems like there was a lot of judgment going on in Dr. Tuckers head. For that matter I sat silently and waited for a response. If you wont cooperate to my ways as a professional, you can just leave, Im here to help you. I pondered at his reply. I wasnt impressed, who would be? I stood up and walked out. Before I reached the door he called to me. I saw you with Kim, how are you two going? I turned around quick. Much shock expressed on my face. Is this a set up? Does he know? I do not recall socializing with a woman named Kim. I still feel the shiver slowly travel up my spine as a said her name. He chuckled in a confident manner. What is this mans deal? Was he at the club? Did he follow us to my home? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!? Hope I see you tomorrow. He said. After giving me a quick toothy smile, he turned in his brown leather chair. I walked out as quick as I could. Maybe I couldnt continue like this. Im not as cold as I thought I was when confronted by another sober human. Damn, should I go back tomorrow? Would it seem suspicious if I dont? So many fuckin questions I cant easily gain answers to! Fuck therapy.