Simon made it to his on time. He slammed his bookbag onto his desk. Simon was a psychiatrist....willing to help people with depression and be a worthy successor of Dr. Purnell. His patient was named Lucy Birk. She suffered somewhat the same as Simon. Usually the sessions would evolve into something more personal than normal sessions. Lucy trusted Simon because of they're mutualism. She'd once said she smiled more when she was around him, unlike when she was not. He took that manner into consideration and promised he would aid her for as long as she needs it. Said more as a friend rather than a psychiatrist. She was assisted into his office and he turned to face her. Her face, was grey. The color Simon found more painful than admirable. He opened his mouth to break the silence. "Lucy, How are you"?
She looked up at him, and then back down to her fingers
"Alright..."
He took his seat
"Bad night ? you surely aren't happy I sense"
She clenched her fist and then released.
"Usually, My emotions aren't stable. But I'm finally around someone again. who can feel my pain, and understand me...That'd be you, Si-Dr. Henriksson".
He smirked at her.
"Well, if you have something on your mind, here's the time to vent about it".
She fingered through her hair before speaking.
"I just, I still think about my mother...when she died. and how the memory haunted me...it changed me. I told you before..."
-if only I could have been there for you...Simon...when the world went sour....I wanted to be your shield when you were afraid to face the evil-
"She was the only one I could go to. I was just as miserable when She died!
Lucy clenched her fists on the desk. Simon put his hand over her angered fists. Her clenched muscles of her face relaxed. And she looked down in sadness.
"Why can't I just..."
He spoke. "It's your mother, It's completely normal to feel the way you feel...your mother was an important person in your life".
Her wrists, her wrists. They hate you, they taunt you. They tease you...about your misery. Tell you, you aren't strong enough. And you punish them......you laugh, and you punish them. She laughs, and she punishes them.
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Distance: A Cry of Fear FanFic
FanfictionSimon sat slumped over on the couch. The lights dimmed. He felt his cold fingers fidget with his others. Staring at his sleeve. He slowly tugged away at it. "Hmm……" he uttered. He rubbed his eye before flopping his hand down on his lap to look up. T...
