My Crazy Nerd (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 38

It was self-defense.

He was unstable.

He was dangerous.

You were just a child.

How are you feeling?

Are you okay?

Do you want to talk about it?

Do you need a moment?

You don't have to say anything if you don't want to.

You are safe here.

No one will hurt you.

No one will hurt the people you care about.

No one will leave you.

What do you need?

What do you want?

Why do you feel that way?

Why did you do it?

Different people, same voice.

Different walls, same room.

Different methods, same result.

Different.

Same.

Boring. Redundant. Tedious.

A pattern. A rhythm. The beating sound of a living heart. Flowers blooming, newborns birthed, the living dying--an unending cycle.

Life is an obsession. It is insanity. To expect change from a continuous cycle is insanity. Freedom exists in neither life nor death, only within the desperate, believing to be a deviant among like minds. They believe to have escaped as many other people before them have, only to enclose themself inside another cage.

Thus, another cycle begins.

So what was the point?

What's the point of mentioning this vague concept of life?

There wasn't any.

"Hello, Penny."

Pale, dull, blue eyes. Round spectacles. A firm, protruding nose. A beard beginning to gray. Old, but not so wrinkly. Another therapist.

"Do you remember me? You've seen me before with your friend, June."

I stared at him.

He smiled at me.

"Well, that's alright," He said as he clicked and unclicked his pen. "You're almost ten, correct?"

I blinked.

"Yes? Almost a month from now and you," he flicked his pen at me, "you'll become a two digit number. Exciting, isn't it?"

No.

He didn't say much after, humming and scribbling lines with his pen on a piece of paper. I was too short to see over the looming desk.

"I'm Mr. Fitzgerald. Sound familiar?" he said, the sound of his voice subtle, like a low, drowsy hum.