May Kings Fall

Prologue

"Claire, I think it would greatly benefit you to write down your experiences." Dr. Avalon said. We had been sitting across from each other in silence for the past ten minutes.

"Excuse me?" I said in shock. "Why would I need to do that? Isn't the point of therapy to talk about my experiences? Aren't you supposed to help repair the mental damage done by those experiences?" The volume of my voice raised as I started to get angry.

"I can't help you if you don't choose to talk about those experiences." She said still remaining calm. "Right now, I feel this is the best course of action."

"Fine. Whatever you say. You're the professional here." The sentence came out more rudely than I had intended it to. I knew I was being a pain but I still felt it was unnecessary to seek professional help. I couldn't help but sigh, this whole situation was messed up.

"So we are in agreement then?" She gave me a pointed look.

"Yes. We are." I spoke softly giving up the need to argue. Maybe all the writing would tell me how I got myself in this situation. Dr. Avalon got up from her seat and walked over to her mahogany colored desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out a brown leather journal.

"I want you to write everyday till our next session. Write as much as you would like. It can be a sentence or a paragraph. It is up to you, as long as you are writing." I stood up and walked over to take the journal from her hands. "Our session is over today Claire. You are free to go." She smiled at me as I nodded my head. I turned to leave the cream colored room but before I could put my hand on the door knob Dr. Avalon stopped me. "Before you go, I would like you to answer some questions for me." She paused for what felt like ages. "When did you first see him? How did you meet?" I turned back around to look at her.

I closed my eyes. "How did I meet him? When did I first see him?" I pulled the door open. "Fate brought us together. That's all I can say." I said under my breath as I walked out. I got halfway down the hallway before I stopped to lean against the wall and collect myself.

When I got back into the comfort of my own home I threw the leather journal on my living room floor and went straight to the kitchen. If I was going to write about my experiences this past year...year and a half I was going to need some strong alcohol. After searching the pantry for quite a while I located half a bottle of whiskey. I didn't bother to look in the fridge for some soda to mix it with. I started to head toward the living room when I realized that I didn't have a pen. With a huff I changed directions and headed to my bedroom instead. I sat down on top of my blue comforter, opened the bottle of whiskey and took a small drink. I felt it burn all the way down. While it made my stomach all warm, it also made me want to vomit. I wanted to lay down on my bed and sleep forever. Unfortunately, that was not an option. I got up, grabbed a pen and headed back to the living room.

Picking a random spot on the floor, I sat down with my whiskey, pen, and the journal. I opened the bottle and threw the cap towards the kitchen. I wasn't going to need it. I planned on finishing the entire bottle. After some more liquid courage, I uncapped the pen and started to write the beginning of my "experience."