Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
It was Wednesday morning, and I had just stepped out of the elevator. I made my way to the clinical department. The weather was growing warmer by the day which resulted in me wearing yet another paper thin sundress. Only this one was definitely more appropriate for business, and not for attracting a certain someone's attention. It was modest but bearable in this type of heat.
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My straightened hair was pulled back into a long ponytail while I allowed a few strands to frame my face. I decided it would be best not to pack on five pounds of makeup on my face and instead to go with a more natural look. Aside from just a little mascara, I chose a shiny gloss to put over my lips.
It was early enough in the morning to see that the only other workers that were here were the cleaning crew and a few other secretaries from other departments. When I entered the waiting room where my desk was, I scanned the area in search of anyone else that may have been in there with me. No one. The clock on the far wall behind the desk read nine forty-five.
"Where is he?" I thought.
Placing my bag down on the desk, I sat down and pulled out my laptop. Charlotte showed me precisely how to access all the right files and important information that was necessary to check patients in and out throughout the day. According to what I've been told, Dr. Broderick actually had his own personal website where if someone wanted to schedule a meeting with him all they would need to do is contact them beforehand and then select the time that worked best.
Things were never this simple when I was put through therapy. I wasn't able to simply choose a time that was convenient for me, but a time that worked for the doctor. Things were a little more complex when I had to show for my appointments. I never just gave my name when I walked in. I had to fill out the same damn forms each time.
Of course every doctor was different. Some made me complete a stupid questionnaire before and after my sessions. Others didn't make me fill out anything and proceeded to talk my ear off about their own problems. This led me to believe how I became interested in Psychology in the first place. Evidently I had a knack for listening to people's problems. It grew to become my coping mechanism for my own issues.
Once I finished plugging in the correct codes, I read over the day's schedule and took notice of the names that were listed with their selected time slots. I scrolled through the list of names until I came upon the last one for the day. Unfortunately, it was a name that I had become familiar with. Veronica Cross had scheduled a session with Dr. Broderick at five p.m.. Figures she would be the cap stone to my day.
"Oh how lovely, I get to be graced with your presence again," I muttered under my breath.
"Well good morning to you too then," a deep voice spoke from behind me.
I gasped and swiftly turned my head to see Dr. Broderick bent over my shoulder. Less than five inches away from me. I could feel his consuming heat.
