I was sitting on a chair beside the therapist's desk, behind it was lots of books about therapy and the brain and how it works.
The room is big with a wider balcony that has green plants in it.
The doctor entered and sat on his chair.
"Alice"He said my name as he was searching for something in the drawers of his desk then he put a recorder on his desk.
I looked at it.I told mom before I don't want to record.
"We are not going to record,don't worry"He said reading my thoughts.
He was a bald man with glasses wearing the same shirt with long sleeves everyday with different neutral colors.
"Look,two types of people that don't want to record.Whether they are teenagers and they made illegal things that they don't want their parents to know about and you are an adult now so,that's not the reason"He said and I was waiting to hear the second type of people.
"The other type are adults that made crimes,whether murdering or stealing or rape and they are scared to reveal their secrets"He completed giving me that allusion that I'm this type.
"Don't get your imagination too high.I didn't hurt anyone"I said so he could stop being a paranoid bitch.
"I would like you then to give me a reason for not recording other than that"
"I'm afraid to hurt my friend without knowing"I said without details.
"How is that?"
"Look,I can record but,whatever I say you won't call the police or tell anoyone"I said so he doesn't know a lot and he looked worried.
"There's a number one rule in my profession.What happens here,stays here"He said pointing down at his desk so that I understand that 'here' refers to this room.
"Let's start then"I said and he started recording.
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