The lady sat at the desk scrolled through the files on her laptop trying to find my name, but I could tell that she didnt want to be there. The sound of her boney fingers pressing down on the computer mouse as I waited patiently was only stressing me out more and I couldn't wait to just pack my shit and walk out of that God awful building.
My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the lady "Eden Bailey?" Now that's a New Yorker accent if I ever did hear one. "Sorry what?"
"I said, is your name is Eden Bailey?" raising one of her thin eyebrows at me.
"Oh yes, sorry,"
"Ok, thankyou. Same time again next week?"
I simply hummed as a reply and finally exited that place.I shouldnt be so down about going to therapy but they ask the same thing every time and I reply the same everytime. 'Are you taking your medicine on a regular basis?' Yessir. 'Any strange activity going on?' Nope. 'Any self harming or abusing alcohol or drugs?' No maam. If there is nothing wrong with me and I'm replying the same every week, surely I dont need to be going still?
___________________________I walk into my apartment getting a whiff of whatever it is my boyfriend, Tyler is making. Smells... good?
"Hey babe" he beamed as I walked over to him and rested my head on his cold back.
"Hiya babe"
"How was hell?" Fucking boring.
"Great actually! I think it's really doing something for me," it scares me how easily I can lie to this man. "That's great! You're good making your own dinner, right?" Tyler said patting me on the shoulder. Huh? "What do you mean? I thought you were making something?"
"Well yeah I was but I only had enough ingredients for one serving and I'm kinda hungry, just postmates something babe." Prick.
"Uhh... yeah sure, dont worry bout it."To be fair I wasnt even hungry, I mean, i haven't had breakfast or lunch but. Wait. Did I have breakfast? Wait hold on a minute. I'm not hungry now which I should be considering I haven't eaten anything all day, but, I could've sworn that I saw the cereal box out in the kitchen just a second ago and why would Tyler come round whilst I'm out, and eat cereal whilst he is cooking? This happens all the time, Tyler thinks I might have early alzheimer's but that's just crazy.
"Tyler, baby?" I basically yelled at him from the bedroom. "Yeah?"
"Did you eat some cereal before?"
"No, why?"
"Is there a cereal box on the counter?"
"Uhh.. one sec........... yeah"
"Oh... ok?"
"Why whatsup?"
"....Nothing babe."
"Umm... ok? Hah you're fucking crazy. Try and remember next time babe."...Prick.
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Would You Do It For Me? // G.D
FanfictionWhen a girl stuck in a frustrating cycle of therapy sessions and a dead end relationship finds out she has DID (dissociative Identity Disorder) she is forced to go to a different therapist under the name of Mr. Dolan. As the trust builds between the...