As I sat in the waiting room, I fidgeted with my hands nervously. I stopped. I kept a stone cold expression on my face.
The people beside me side glanced me, but did nothing more than that.
Good. I want people to think I'm unapproachable.
I heard people's names be called, and they came and go, people that weren't me.
I started to become slightly annoyed, knowing that I scheduled for a session at 3:30.
It was currently going on 3:40.
Just about fed up, my name was called.
"Jeon Jungkook?"
I look up and see someone staring at me, motioning for me to come towards them.
I get up and walk after them, the clanking of their boots distracting me until they stopped.
"Mrs. Yang is waiting for you."
Is all they say, before they walk off in a different direction.
I knock a few times, and I hear a confident come in.
I open the door, closing it softly behind me.
I walked to the chair in the middle of the room and took a seat.
A woman sat across from me with nothing in her hands as I didn't expected.
She had long wavy black hair tied into a slick back ponytail.
She hand on a white doctors coat that covered her button down shirt, but showed off her navy colored pencil skirt.
Her legs were crossed at the ankle, her black heals completing her olive colored skin.
Her hands laid in her lap gently.
As I studied her, she studied me.
"Jeon Jungkook?"
"Yes." I say to her.
She stays silent, and I go to ask a question.
"Why don't you have a notebook or a pencil, or anything."
I say bluntly, my words not quite sounding like a question.
She smiles.
"I don't want to make the other person feel uncomfortable if they watch me write their personal feelings in a book for my job."
She responds.
I nod.
"Whenever you are ready, you can start to talk." I eye her warily.
Let me try to start from the fucking beginning first damn!!
"So, have you read my file?"
She nods.
"You know about my, quote on quote 'tendencies'?"
She nods her head again.
"I vowed to never come here, but here I am."
I took a deep breath.
"So, my father killed my mother."
She doesn't look surprised. Probably prepared for questions out of the blue.
"I then killed my father. After that I was on the run for a few years, but then got caught by the police. I got sentenced for two years and probation, and then I went to college."
She looks at me intensely.
"Everyone knew who I was, and I was outcasted. I didn't really care, liking my alone time. Sometimes, away from others I would act out because of my PTSD and my socialpathic tendencies. I-I don't know what to do anymore. It gets worse and worse by the day."
She looks at me, a little sympathy in her expression.
"I'll help you the best I can, I promise."
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Lynn~~
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