Pathos

Only Amy would understand

"I cry sometimes, a lot actually, lately I've been feeling like no one cares, like no matter what I do, no matter how good enough I try to be, I can never catch up. Not to mention my parents and the rest of my family hate me. I have no friends. I have nobody. I just, exist. You get what I mean?......" Moris said turning over to Amy who seemed to have all her attention on him. Amy, his therapist. He's had her for two months now. The literal only one who talks to him.
"Moris why do you feel you are alone? Amy said.
Amy is a very sophisticated woman. Dressed up in expensive but basic clothing. Comes to work with her hair in a bun or completely straight down, never in between.

"I don't know. I didn't do anything to deserve this. Maybe if I move away and be around new people, I can have a chance, I can start over." Moris said looking at the ceiling that he's been staring at for the last 30 minutes.

"New environment would be definitely good for you socially and mentally. I also suggest you get into some clubs. Books, art, music, cooking, sculpture, you name it. What ever you're interested in." Amy said with a warm toothless smile.
" I don't have the money to move right now, clubs might be the best option."
The room was silent for a moment.
"No matter what you do just know I'm here to support you no matter what" Amy said resting her hand on his arm.

————————————————————
A couple days pass.

"I'm a failure, I know I am. I tried cooking club, it went extremely terrible." Moris said.
"What happened?"Amy asked.
" I accidentally lit someone on fire with a match. I dropped it and it fell on her foot. I'm being sued".
Amy's eyes widened at the horrible thought. She started to feel uneasy.
Moris got up and sat straight up on the couch.
"I just don't get it, I have no purpose in life. Nobody likes me, nobody ever has liked me, I don't even like myself". They were silent for a moment.
"But you like me, don't you?" Moris asked.

"Without a doubt".

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Couple more days past.

"I'm starting to feel like I'm neglecting myself. Or maybe I'm trying hard enough but I just can't do it. I want to die. Honestly I do. But I know you are the only one who would care if I was here. Right?" Moris asked, looking over to Amy.
"Right". Amy said. Amy was starting to notice signs of clingy behavior from Moris that was unsettling. An attachment she didn't want to have.

"I think what you need to do is figure out a way to work on your social skills, maybe see a doctor." Amy said, crossing her legs.
"But you are a doctor". Moris protested.
"Yes, But a different doctor, someone that can diagnose you, I am not yet qualified to diagnose anybody." Amy said.
"I don't think any other doctor could help me." Moris said.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
2 days later.

"Hey Amy, I'm really excited to see you, I got good news. A group of people moved across the street from me and we all get along pretty well. They are nice and I don't seem to fuck up around them and......" Amy cut Moris off.

"I'm sorry to say this, but I have a new client for this time. He's waiting outside." Amy said, with a sad face, knowing what his reaction would be.

"Why, why are you leaving me, what did I do?" Moris was close to crying but not enough. He never did ugly cries. He wasn't an ugly man. He was actually attractive. Just lacked social skills.
"You did nothing Moris. But I noticed the more caring I seemed towards you the more you payed, so I had to say those things. It just so happens that my new client is paying me 30 bucks extra an hour for his sessions." Amy said with a slight whisper.
"YOU'RE LEAVING ME FOR SOMEONE PAYING YOU MORE??" Moris said with a loud tone that didn't startle Amy per say, but made her alert, and nervous.
"It is nothing against you, I promise." Amy said trying to save herself.
"YES IT IS, YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME, THATS WHY IT IS EASY FOR YOU TO TAKE ANOTHER CLIENT. HOW DARE YOU?" Moris said getting louder.
"Listen, your attachment to me is unhealthy, maybe it's best, even without the money, that I stop being your therapist." Amy said.

Moris's face softened up, he silently and slowly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him with no frustration.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
Later that day.

Amy reached into her back pocket and pulled out her phone to answer it. This was usually around the time she flipped through Netflix and cooked dinner. She looked at caller ID. It was Moris.
She declined.
The phone rang again and this time she answered.

"Hello?" Amy said.
"Hi, are you Moris's therapist?" A voice asked.
"No, Not anymore, why?"
"Me and my friends went over to his house to visit. He tried to kill him self! Can you please tell me why he would do such a thing? We have the cops over here, he is getting escorted.I grabbed his phone and flipped through his contacts and saw you, you were on the top of recently called,I thought you could help." The voice explained.
"What have I done." Amy thought in her head as she dropped her phone from shock. The woman still on the phone.

"Hello?....Hello......HELLO???"