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(14/4/05 4:43 pm)
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Psychotherapy PG-13 1/1
A/N: I'm not going through and adding all the italics tags because they're a pain in the ass.
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He is waiting. Waiting was never one of Jess’s strong points. Yet, here he is, in a waiting room. A room who’s purpose is to wait in.
He looks around. A man sits twitching in a nearby chair, the women next to him just blinks and stares ahead blankly. Another women enters the room, clipboard in hand. She calls out a name. The blinking women begins to cackle uncontrollably as she gets up and follows the nurse. The man that sat next to her continues to twitch. Jess wonders why he had even bothered to come.
Thoughts of Rory flash through his mind.
Oh yeah, that’s why.
“Jess Mariano!” Calls the nurse. He looks her over, trying to decide whether to go with her or walk out the front door. He decides against the latter and gets up.
The wallpaper in the hallway is red. It reminds him of the gateway into hell. Jess is sure he could survive Satan, as long as he doesn’t wear a white trench coat and carry a clipboard.
The room is small. It contains a couch and a chair. A man dressed in white sits near an open window. His legs are crossed and his eyes follow Jess as he crosses the room. If the man is straight, he doesn’t do a great job of showing it.
“Please take a seat.” He motions towards the couch and Jess does as he is told, back slouched, legs spread, head against the wall. The man begins to scribble in his clipboard. ‘Exhibits poor attitude and lacks social skills.’ Jess sighs. Let the games begin.
“Now Mr. Mariano, can you tell me why you’re here?”
“My wife.” More scribbling. ‘Blames others for his actions.’
“Could you be less vague please?”
“No.” ‘Shows hostility towards others.’
“Now son, you’re here for a reason. The people that care about you are worried that you don’t know how to open up. You need to drop the attitude and try.” Jess can’t help it, he smiles. The man in white mistakes the gesture for a sign of acceptance and his eyes fill with pride. “There you go. Do you think you can handle this?”
“I think I can do it, sir.” He smiles again. Maybe Rory was right. This is what he needs.
“Don’t think. Know. Believe in yourself. Do you believe in yourself Jess?”
“Yes, I absolutely do.”
“That’s good. Say it again. I believe in myself.”
“I believe in myself.” He repeats, exaggerating every syllable. The man looks at him happily. It amazes Jess that he thinks he can win so easily.
“Very good, son. Now let’s move on.”
He smirks. “If you call me son one more time, I won’t hesitate to kick your ass.” The man looks up in shock.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He replies nonchalantly. His eyes roam the room in obvious boredom. The doctor heads back to his clipboard. ‘Suffers from frequent outbursts of anger.’
“Well then, let’s look at these cards.” A picture of a chicken is placed before him. “What do you see?”
“I see marijuana.”
“Marijuana?” He repeats, evenly, carefully.
“Yes, I see a teenager, around fifteen/sixteen, smoking marijuana in the cafeteria bathroom.” The scribbling continues.
“I see.” The man’s features soften as he continues to write. ‘May have suffered substance abuse as a adolescent.’ “What do you see in this?”
It’s a tree you dumb ass. “I see a rotting corpse.”
“How did he die?” He asks as he picks up a glass of water and takes a long swig.
“I killed him.” Mist fills the air as the doctor nearly chokes on his own saliva. “Are we done here? I’m sick of looking at ink blots.”
He scribbles. ‘Short attention span.’
“I think we can start something new. Tell me about a recent dream you’ve had.”
“See, now this I can handle.”
He readies his pen. “Very well, continue.”
“Well it’s more of a flashback really. But, there’s this girl, blue eyes, brunette, and I’m drunk. I’m pretty sure she’s drunk too.” As Jess retells the dream he can hear the faint scratching of pen on paper. He’s writing this down as he speaks. “Well I’m sitting on the couch and she comes over and straddles-”
A fist hits the table. “Stop!”
“Are you sure? It’s a really good story.”
“That is enough!” His clipboard drops to the floor and Jess cocks an eyebrow a him.
“Have you considered anger management?”
“I think were done here for today.” He replies as he motions him towards the door.
“Are you sure? Because this has been really enlightening.” He lets a little sarcasm slip before exiting.
XXX Two Weeks Later XXX
He’s eating cereal as he watches Rory retrieve the mail. Her eyes light up as she finds the letter. It’s from his ‘psychiatrist’. He sees her open the letter her face falls as she enters the house.
After careful testing and five sessions, in which we carefully monitored your husbands behavior, we have come to the conclusion that he, may in fact be, clinically unstable. We recommend further sessions so that we can prescribe the proper medication that he may need.
Thank You,
Dr. Douglas Wright
She glares at him menacingly.
“What?” He asks between bites.
She can tell he’s trying not to smile and she smacks him upside the head. He can’t contain it anymore he bursts out laughing. She just glares again and stalks out of the room.
“Women.” He scoffs. “Can’t take a joke.”
End
Edited by: EncartaQueen at: 14/4/05 4:44 pm
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