Everything we lost

Tiring Mondays

*Ellen's POV*

First day at work, seems pretty traumatizing. Especially when you are running late and stuffing a burnt toast in your mouth. I am supposed to be a psychologist; helping people with their mental state and all. But truthfully, I think I need one. 

Although it seems pretty tiring, I am looking forward. Its interesting talking to people and listening to the story of their life. I always wonder, there is so much to a person; First kiss, tragedy, Achievement, love etc. And you will never know. 

Being a psychologist helps me fulfill my thoughts and feed my curiosity. I was broken once, but this reminds me that everyone is broken, and needs to learn to face their demons. 

I want to make a connection with my patients and I want to make sure they don't make the same mistakes all over again. 

I hope I have a easy first patient, cause as excited I am; I am freaking out too. 

Thankfully, I reach on time or not?

I enter the amazingly enormous building with magnificent glass windows. For the first time, I feel worth. I walk in and grab my id and make my way towards my cabin. 

Once I enter, I am surprised!

My cabin, is wonderful you can see the whole city view from here. Its a bit plain but that's what I am here for adding a personal touch, maybe some fairy lights and a picture, before I enter my trance I quickly settle down and impatiently wait for my first patient. 

As disappointing it seems, no one comes, it kills my mood and my excitement. Just me sitting on that chair fiddling with a pencil and scrolling through my phone for about 4 hours until I get tired and give up. 

There are about fifteen minutes left and I am pretty sure, that waiting is just a waste of time. So I grab my bag and my phone and walk towards the door to head out. 

I stop as I notice and armed muscular figure walking towards the door. That is when it hits me that leaving my cabin was a very stupid idea. 

I quickly go back in, thankfully unnoticed. And make a run towards my desk, and settle down once more. I don't care if I work overtime, but I need a patient. 

While waiting impatiently, I hear a commotion outside. Curious, I head out my cabin. 

I am shocked by what I see, the man I had just seen before seemed to be having some sort of panic attack?

When I look closer, it doesn't look like he is going through a seizure because of his disabilities, he is simply throwing a tantrum and trying to get away. 

But why is he trying to get away, when he himself came here?

I notice two men dressed in black who looked like bodyguards, prohibiting him from exiting. 

While he aggressively fights back, trying to escape, although I was desperate for a patient. A part in me urges to help him get away, to escape. 

And from all my past experiences, I have learnt, to never do what I want to, it will get me in trouble. 

And no trouble for me this year was my new year resolution. 

Well Chuck it.

Who follows their resolutions anyways?

So I walk towards where the fight is taking place. My eyes meet his while he is attempting to be free from their clasp. I try to signal him through my eyes. But he doesn't seem to understand. 

Damn it.

I think he just thinks I am this creep staring at him, so I roll my eyes, and give a very obvious signal, violently jerking my head towards the exit. 

He seems to understand and slowly follows on. 

I go up to his bodyguards to help distract them, and oh god. 

"Hey, I am Dr. Night, I see you are having some problems coming towards my cabin how may I help you?"

I wait while one of them replies

"Good evening Doctor, we have been sent from the  Maquiod residence, this is Marrick Maquiod and he has been sent here as he suffers from severe depression and faces panic attacks. We are unfortunately not experienced in the field of psychology, so its difficult for us to describe what exactly he is suffering from. He says its nothing but his father and mother insist on him visiting a psychologist."

While his bodyguard was uselessly blabbering, I quickly sent him a hand signal towards a short way for the exit, luckily all of the doctors were given a special escape route incase of emergencies. 

I smile to myself while he escapes. 

"I don't intend to be rude but what are you smiling about doctor" one of his bodyguards asks 

"Well maybe the fact that this very interesting patient of yours seems to not exist?" I say trying to hold in laughter

"Of course he does, he is right here-" he stupidly says

"Oh not again" the other one replies

While they both run outside using the other exit, trying to find him. 

Well best of luck to them. 

I smile and enter my cabin.