"Estella, are you ready for your next appointment?" My assistant, Hazel, asked through the intercom. I sighed and tried to prepare myself for my next session, slowly rubbing my temples and closing my eyes.
My last appointment had drained almost every ounce of energy I had within my body. I loved my job, but at times, being a psychologist can really take a toll on me. Listening to people converse about their personal problems, their inner demons that are slowly consuming their entire being with each breath they take, requires not only patience, but mental and emotional stamina.
I straightened the bottom of my black pencil skirt, making sure there weren't any wrinkles on the surface, before fixing the cuffs of my sapphire tinted blouse. Slowly, I pressed the button on my intercom and gave Hazel permission to let my next patient in. As I waited for his arrival, I glanced over his documents that were laid out within the green folder on my dark wooden desk.
Hmm, both parents are deceased... strong violent urges... This one seems interesting.
A knock sounded at the door and I diverted my attention to the tall, striking man that passed through the frame. His dark blue eyes wandered around the room, scrutinizing all of the framed photographs of famous European cities, before landing on me. A smirk crept on his lips as he gazed at me, soaking in my appearance, from my straight black hair to my emerald green eyes and light brown skin. The man walked with his arms held behind his back, taking slow and confident steps towards my desk as I stood with my head held high.
"Hello. My name is Estella Wintour. I am so happy to meet you." I held out my hand for him to take. As soon as his fingers enclosed around mine, a chill ran down my spine and filtered to my toes.
"My name is Michael Langdon. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Wintour." His voice was smooth as melted caramel and soft as silk. "I heard you're one of the best clinical psychologists in town. I hope that's true."
"As do I. I wouldn't want to be the worst." I chuckled lightly as Michael smiled at my attempt to lighten the mood. "Take a seat anywhere you would like and, please, call me Estella."
He scanned the room before settling on a red leather arm chair and gracefully sat down on it, crossing one leg over the other. Michael watched as I sat on the chair next to him.
"You're not carrying a notepad. Won't you need it to write down whatever it is I have to say?"
"No, I feel like that disconnects me from the people I'm talking to, like a wall that divides us from each other. It sets a serious tone in the room and that's not something I want." My lips pulled up in a sweet smile as I gestured around me. "In here, I want you to feel as comfortable as possible. You can talk about whatever you want and I will be here, listening."
"Well what is it you want me to talk about?" Michael asked, picking at his coat absentmindedly.
"Let's start with something simple. Tell me about your family, your childhood, anything that first comes to mind."
"There's not much to say. My parents... They never accepted me for who I was. They hated me, saw nothing but evil whenever they looked at me. I wanted to please them, I wanted to be loved by them, but they-they didn't want me." He sighed, his words coated with sadness and pain. "Even though they're dead, I'm pretty sure they still despise me."
"Evil? Why do you think they saw you as evil?" Curiosity began to grow inside me as I listened to him speak.
"Because I was different from other children. I-I did things that people don't consider normal. I've hurt people... whenever I got angry I wanted nothing more than to take it all out on the person in front of me." Michael confessed, choosing his words slowly and carefully.
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Twisted Souls || Michael Langdon
Fanfiction"He was consumed with darkness and I was his anchor, tethering him to the light." ~A story where two souls discover the true meaning of salvation in a corrupt world~
