The room was uncomfortably bright. I couldn’t see anything past Dr. Trent who sat calmly in front of me. His posture was striking , perfectly ready to pounce and strangle me down if he needed to. He had the authority to attempt to stabilize me if it was needed, and he would always remind me of it.
Dr. Trent was at least 40 years old. His grey hair was clearly visible, along with the wrinkles of stress he receives from most likely myself.
He’s been my psychiatrist since I was eight. By law, I must visit him every second day to receive the help I so awfully needed. Though, I bet if it was up to him, I would be locked up in here 24/7. Never out of his line of view. However, my sister and guardian; Ella; refuses to send me away like a dog.
Dr. Trent reached over to the coffee table that separated us and grabbed his oddly smelling tea. He noticed my look of disgust and smiled.
“Cideruck tea” he said. “It helps with the temptations” he took a sip of the tea, showing no disgust to the foul taste.
I raised a curious brow, it took all my energy to not throw up to the sight. “Temptations to what?” I asked.
He placed the mug back on the table and began shuffling his papers until they stacked themselves neatly.
“Temptations to many things I’m afraid. These days I find it harder to control myself.” He paused, holding his breath for a quick moment “However, we're not here to talk about my issues. We’re here to talk about your issues”
My hands balled into a fist. I tried to focus my attention to the nearest plant, which was a perfectly green looking cactus. “There’s nothing wrong with me.” I told him truthfully.
I personally didn’t think there was anything wrong with me, but my opinion doesn’t get me very far. I need a doctor’s opinion, and I’m stuck with someone who doesn’t believe in me.
Dr. Trent pursed his lips “Tell me again what happened that day”
My anger seethed. This was his way to torment me. I had to relive the moment every other day until I can pass his test. I don’t know what I'm supposed to pass though.
I calmed my breathing with common breathing exercises that I learned from a very young age. There was no use in getting angry, it was what he wanted. And if he won, I will be forever stabalized to a bed.
My body sunk further into the couch and my mind further into my memory. Talking about the inccident is hard. Every time I even think about it, I start to choke up.
“Very well"
One day this will all end.
