No One's Perfect (A Zodiac Story)

For the Better or Worse

Libra

We were led down the hall by Ophiuchus, apparently he said we were going to therapy. I didn't want to go. The doctors would be no help. They'd just tell me to be braver, speak louder, or smile more. 

No use. I tried smiling a bit. Everyone ignored me, or just called me creepy. I tried to talk louder in group sessions. Everyone just told me to hush, and listen to others. I tried to be braver. People just called me impulsive. So I stayed under the radar. Blended in with the background. Everything went smoothly after that. No one talked with me, or spared me a second glance. But that was okay. That was better than the insults, the bullying.

At last, we reached a hallway. Ophiuchus told us each of us had our own rooms, so we separated. I walked into mine. The first thing I noticed was the decor. The walls were painted a soft blue, with fluffy white clouds. There were two comfy looking seats facing each other, with a coffee table in between. That's when I noticed my 'therapist'. 

She was a kind looking young woman, her hair was in a bun with some strands of her wavy black hair down to frame her face. She turned towards me, then beckoned me over with a smile. I moved forwards, slowly sitting down in the other chair. I folded my hands in my lap and looked up at her. 

"Why hello. My name is Jessamine Carol. You can call me Jess, or Jessa, or really any variation of that." She introduced herself. Hm. Jessamine. What a pretty name. Jess and Jessie was a tad informal, and she did ask me to call her a variation of Jessamine. She must have thought it was too formal. I guess I would just call her Jessa. 

"H-hi, Jessa." I started. One corner of her mouth dropped a little bit. Oh no. What did I do wrong?

"Well, what's your name?" She asked. 

Oh. So she wanted my name. The fact that she acted like she didn't know it had to be a lie. After all, they review your files and everything before interacting with you, right? Ah, that didn't matter. 

"Libra Scaler." I told her. 

"Well, how are you feeling today?" Why did she care how I felt? Just give me a diagnosis already!

"Fine." I said with a shrug, my eyes downcast. She rolled her eyes, which is something I wasn't expecting. 

"Please, Libra. When someone says they're fine here, they are most definitely not fine." She said. Okay. I was not expecting this.   

"I'm perfectly fine." I said, mustering up a small grin. My cheeks felt weird. It's been so long since I smiled. As a kid, I smiled all the time, mostly to get on everyone's good side. My charming smile got me out of multiple detentions. But now, what was the use?

"Libra, I know you think I'm young. That I won't be any help. But really, let me try, ok?" Jessa pleaded. 

What was this? "Jessa, I'm 100% fine." I said. 

Jessa just smiled. "Alright then, Libra."

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Capricorn 

I sighed. This was just going to be a waste of my time, again. This morning was already a waste. Seriously, a pep talk and a naptime? Please. 

I rolled my eyes as I sat down in front of my doctor, a middle aged man with brown hair. 

"Hello, Capricorn." He said with a friendly smile. 

"Hi." I replied coldly. 

That just caused him to smile more. "Oh, Capricorn. Ever the workaholic, aren't you? Don't you think this is a waste of your time?" 

I let out a low growl. "I'm. Not. A. Workaholic." I said through gritted teeth. "I just use my time wisely. And yes, this is a huge waste of my time."

He raised an eyebrow. "Well, we have to do the basics first. Then I'll give you something to do." 

What an odd therapist, I thought at the same time he spoke again. "My name's Lupus. I'll be your doctor here at Astrolia Hospital. Now, how are you feeling today?" 

"I'm fine." I said, with a nonchalant wave. 

"Very well then. Did anything anger you in the last 24 hours?" 

"Why are you asking me this? You know I'm not diagnosed with anger issues." 

"Answer the question, please." 

"...no. Is that the last one?" Why was he so persistent?

"Why, yes. It actually is!" Lupus said with a crooked grin.

He drew a silver cube from his pocket, and tossed it to me. I caught it easily. Upon further inspection, it seemed to be made up of many different pieces. Interesting. A puzzle like this would take quite long to do.

"Why are you giving this to me?" I asked slowly. 

"Don't you like it?" he asked, avoiding the question. 

"Answer the question, please." I said, repeating what he said to me earlier. 

"...Because, maybe I was like you once."  

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