Werewolf(Leave Of Absence)

Rainbows and Kittens

Chapter two:
Rainbows and Kittens

I drummed my pen against the desk, my inherent need to keep some part of my body moving driving my neighbor crazy. I pay close attention to the psychology lesson, my future career as I psychiatrist driving me to do my best. The instructor continued to prattle on about the effects of particular mental disorders in the real world. When my pen wasn't tapping against the desk, it was skating across the page.

Psychology was my life; I have had an interest in it from a very young age. I lived, breathed, and slept psychoanalysis. The human psyche is an interesting place and understanding the differences between those 'normal' and those 'ill' was the most interesting thing of all. Depression, anxiety, PTSD, DID, ADHD, ADD, panic disorders eating disorders, schizophrenia, Stockholm syndrome; they elated me.

Now I know that it may seem cruel or inappropriate to admire these things so much--theses disorders--but it's the mere existence of these life-altering disorders that make my life all the more desirable. People consider it selfish to thrive off of other people's suffering, but it's just the way the world works. My interest in this subject has always been about helping people, but when I myself started experiencing the effects of depression, the desire to understand what myself and other people we're going through fueled my hunger.

So here I was, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as I trained my eyes on the professor, soaking up all the knowledge I could in this short amount of time. It was just the first day of class and already I had filled out the whole pages of notes, front, and back. I drew connections, instituted my own knowledge prior, and wrote down every word the professor spoke. I had every hope that this was going to be a good year.
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I sat out on the front lawn, watching as Jack messed around with the chessboard and Alyssa approached him. They were just out of earshot, but I used my skills of observation to note their behavioral patterns; the way they stood, how they fidgeted the way their eyes moved, or the speed of their lips. Alyssa and Jack were apart of something bigger at Belgrave, I could feel it, and I was going to get to the bottom of it.

The two of them were finishing up a game of chess--Alyssa won--when another person approached the two, just as someone spoke up from behind me. "Whatcha doing?" Randall asked, his voice startling me as I slammed my notebook shut.

"Nothing," I answered, pushing myself up off the ground and turning around towards the slightly taller male. "I was just listing all the things I want to accomplish before thirty. Finish med school, get my doctorate, open up my own clinic, get married, have two kids, get divorced, marry a wealthy woman--preferably a lawyer--get away with murder... You know, nothing."

Randall chuckled. "Wait, you plan to get divorced?" I shrugged. "Why would you do that, with two kids nonetheless?" Because sometimes it's best to plan for disappointment before it strikes.

I grabbed my bag from the lawn, flashing the attractive med student a quick smile. "To spice things up I suppose. I plan to meet my future first spouse during college, who knows, maybe you have a divorce in your future." I wink at the male.

The dark-haired male looks taken aback, letting out a breathy chuckle as he follows me across the lawn. "You're an interesting person, Chandler Doil. There's just something about you that I can quite seem to get out of my mind." Of course not, it's always the same.

"It's my ass," I answer bluntly, earning another laugh.

"So, what are you doing after this?" He asks, his lame attempt at picking me up. None of your business.

"Well, I have an anatomy class and then another psyche lecture and then after that, I'm planning on hanging out in my dorm room, in my pj's, with a bowl of popcorn, and Japanese horror films," I answer, continuously kicking a rock as I travel towards my next class. "How about you?" I ask, looking over at the pre-med student.