"Alright, is there anything else you wish to talk about?" A man with small square reading glasses asked, as he looked up from his note pad. He studied the young man in the chair across from him; waiting for an answer.
The young man sat up; he was about 25 or so, with black hair, taller, over 6', and along with a crew cut hairstyle. He was muscularly built; with large chest and arms, long legs. He was a good-looking young man, a popular sort. He was drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair, staring out of the window, to a lush blue green field; there were dozens of young men and women. All doing different drills; in the distance, you could see soldiers running on a track. He was in deep thought; he had been on this planet almost three years; and there were no wars to speak of. He couldn't understand, if there was peace, why did they need this military?
Then he thought about the years before he came here, how badly things were; and how they became that way. He, personally, was very unhappy; but if it was to keep his friends and family safe, what else mattered? He has been with people for these past two years, but no matter what he thinks about, or how full the room is; he always felt alone, unhappy, unwanted, unloved. Although, that's why he is in here right? With this therapist to get his mental problems fixed; he was slowly giving up, over two years of this and nothing. He knew what he wanted, but he knew he could never have it. That was something he just couldn't get over.
The man looked out the window, then back to his patient, "Zackary?" He said, a bit louder, to get his attention.
He jumped a bit, then looked at the man who was getting his attention. "Huh?"
"Were you not paying attention?"
Zak looked between the window and him, "Sorry, Ralph." He adjusted himself in the chair, "I have a lot on my mind."
"Like what?" Ralph leaned forward, adjusting his pen and pad.
"Mostly the new troop of kids coming, I don't want to end up on the losing end again," He lied. "My platoon is getting aggravated." Zak said, then took a deep breath.
Ralph leaned back, tapping the pen on the side of his head. "What about the co-existence?" He asked. "How are you feeling about that?"
Zak looked at him, with a raised eyebrow, "What's that supposed to mean?" He started to feel defensive.
"Now now, I am just saying that, because you haven't been with aliens in a long time. And you previously have had issues, with aliens before." He put his pen to paper and started writing.
"No, I didn't have a problem; people had a problem with me," Zak snapped, then pointed to his pad. "What are you writing?"
Ralph looked at the paper, then back to Zak. "It is nothing, just your reaction? I thought we had made progress, I would just like to keep notes for us to talk about later when you are ready."
Zak leaned back, crossing his arms, with a scowled; then looked out the window.
"Zak," Ralph put the pad and pen down on a side table, "it will be all right. I have notified Commander Grades, and he made sure that everything will be alright with the troop of aliens coming in first group." Ralph tried to comfort.
He looked at Ralph out the corner of his eye, as he faced the window.
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
"What?" Zak whipped his head, "Yeah, sure." He looked around at the clock.
Ralph looked surprised. "Za-"
Zak quickly stood, "Times up, and I am hungry." He grabbed a blue light weight jacket, then started walking toward the door. "See you next week."
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Xenophiliac
Science Fiction"Zak, what are you doing?" Roy asked himself, as he watched his friend giving in to his feelings. It was against the law, they all knew this, yet Zak still refused to listen. He has already gotten in trouble for it, and sat in jail because of it, wh...
