problematic ➳ reddie

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march  ❀ age 16-17 

"how are you feeling today, richie?" ms davis smiled at the black haired boy who had sat down on the cushioned chair.

"i mean, it's my birthday" richie shrugged and avoided the therapist's eyecontact.

"well happy birthday. so how old are you now? 16?"

"17" richie replied simply.

"are you feeling any different now than you're older?"

"I feel the same as yesterday" richie sighed.

"and how did you feel yesterday? sad? angry? happy?"

"neutral" richie shrugged. "look, can we just get to the point. they have pudding in the cafeteria today and I don't wanna miss it"

ms davis smiled and shook her head lightly. "it depends on you, richie. are you willing to open up to me today?"

"i've been here three months. don't you think you could figure some things on your own? or would you like me to tell you everything?" richie smiled a fake smile.

"i'd like that very much" ms davis nodded and adjusted her legs on the chair.

"it's the same as always. i miss my friends" richie groaned. "you know, i have a feeling these sessions don't affect anything"

"if that's how you feel, then i'm sorry for you. we just thought talking about your feelings could make it easier to get to the bottom of your hate"

"i don't know what causes it. i just get mad over little things and then I kinda lost my memory temporarily and i'm not sure what i'm doing at the moment. but when the anger passes, I'm aware of what I did and then i regret it....expect one time" richie smiled a little.

"what happened that one time when you didn't regret it?"

"i beat up this guy named justin. he's uh...my friend's...close friend and I was hanging out with him one day. there were other people too, but he was talking. talking shit about my friends which made me start beating him. I got so mad, i didn't even realize i was hitting him until I was pulled back."

"and you don't regret that because....?" ms davis lifted a brow.

"oh. i hate the guy" richie grinned. "he's a total jackass. he gives this expression of himself to my other friend that he's such a sweetheart and nice and all that lovey dovey stuff, when in reality he is a dick"

"and who's this other friend?"

"my best friend. eddie. we've been friends since we were four. you do the math" richie looked at the floor.

"and justin is eddie's close friend?" ms davis asked.

"yeah" richie nodded. he was scared to tell that maybe the two were more than friends, since ms davis could be weirded out by it.

"how close, exactly?" she questioned.

richie's cheeks tinted red a bit.