D.I.D. You Know We Love You?

S Stole It

The waiting room was bland. I sort of expected it to be. The walls were light blue and there were pictures of gardens hung up on all the walls. The chairs were those padded ones you find in a doctor's office. Not enough to be truly comfortable, but not too little to be truly uncomfortable. Her name plate on the door was barely pronounceable to me.

"Dr. Bjørg Johannessen"

I didn't have to wait long before the doctor came out to get me. The secretary at the desk was a plain looking guy that didn't say much, and the doctor or whatever was a smiley person with bright colours for clothes. I was still wearing my office attire, though I had taken off my tie. So... You are really going to do this? Yes.

I went into the office part of her room and was pleasantly surprised. It was actually really nice inside. There was a desk off to one side, overlooking a window with trees. A few different seating areas were placed around the room. Two chairs by the desk, one chair by a rather old and worn looking couch, and a nice rocking chair flanking it.

"Have a seat anywhere you like. Except that chair, that one is only mine." She grinned as she pointed to the desk chair that was in front of the computer. I chuckled a little and scanned the others a second time.

"Is this some kind of test? Because it feels like a grade school exam and I'm going to fail." I joked as I went for the comfortable looking couch. I was tempted to lay down on it, but was too nervous to do that right off the bat.

"No, no test. Not really. Some people just feel more comfortable in different seats or settings and I try to accommodate them as best as I can." She said with a smile. She took the rocking chair, which surprised me a bit. It didn't look very comfortable.

"So, where do we start?" I asked nervously. She grabbed her pad of paper and pen and took a deep breath.

"Well, why don't we start with 'why are you here'?" She was looking at me with a curious expression and I was looking back with a confused one.

"Um, I thought Richie told you why I was looking to talk to someone?" I said in reply. I scratched my neck. "I did mention I was having memory problems over the phone. And um, on the form."

"Yes, you did. Which is why I have to ask why you are 'here' exactly. You see, you could have gone to your doctor. You might have picked up one of those brain exercising games. Instead, your friend Richie gave you my number, and you called me. Why is that?" She asked me. I nodded in understanding.

"I see your point. Well, I am here because I am hoping that you can help me. If it was as simple as forgetting where I put my watch, then I might have done those other things. It's not." I admitted to her.

"I see. Now for my second question. What do you hope to get out of our sessions?" She asked me gently. I hesitated. You want to get rid of us. No. I never said that. You do though. You just want to chuck us all out the fucking door. No. You are wrong. I just...

"I hope... I want to... I need to be better. I need to remember." I stuttered through. No, you don't. You just need a good dicking. I sighed.

"So you think that these sessions will help you to remember?" She asked me kindly. I shrugged and smiled. That's what I'm afraid of.

"I think there is a good chance that they might." I replied uncertainly. She nodded.

"Okay. Let's give it a shot. Where do you want to start?" She had a bunch of stuff scribbled down, now that I looked at her pad. Already? I didn't think we were that interesting yet.

"I'm not really sure? I mean, I came to see you because of the room. There's this room, in my house, and I just found it. Which it doesn't sound that weird, except it is in the main hall, so you would think that I would have seen it in all the years that I've lived there." I mumbled on for a minute while she watched me. That you just can't let go about, like an idiot.