Oneshots

Thearapy Session

A/N: This is a glimpse of one of the books I have in my drafts 'Therapy Session'  let me know if I should publish it

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Y/N's POV

I walked into the familiar building of my job, being a therapist had its perks and down falls but the reason I became a therapist was to help make people feel confident in themselves, and feel positive when they are going through rough patches some cases required a little more but I like a challenge

Today I have a new client, all I was told was to 'prepare myself' I've seen a lot of things here at Therapy so I didn't think much of it

Walking into the elevator, I hummed along to 'Better Days' by Ant Clemons and Justin Timberlake as I journeyed up to my office

I didn't really have friends here but I don't mind it because I came here to work, not to make friends

The 'ding' of the elevator made me snap of out my musical trance and exit the elevator. My humming trailed off when I heard yelling from my office

"I don't need a therapist I'm fine!" I guess that's my client

"Bey, please calm down we are doing theus for your own good. You keep lashing out frequently its not good for your daughter" I heard another voice say

When I got to the door way I saw a young woman that looks about late 20's early 30's, she was tall and beautiful with honey blonde hair. There was also an older woman that looked her mother

Even though it was my office I knocked on the door so I could have there attention and not startle them

"Good morning, I'm Dr. Y/L/N but you can call me Y/N and I'll be your therapist" I said introducing myself

"I'm Tina Knowles and this is my daughter Beyoncè" the older woman said motioning to her daughter who just rolled her eyes and sat down "Thank you so much for this opportunity your our last hope"

"Thank you for giving it one last shot and believe me when I saw your daughter is in the best of hands" I said reassuring her

"Whatever cut the bull, how long will I be stuck here exactly?" The Beyoncè woman said

"At least 6 weeks" I said matter of fact my

"Great a month and a half in this hell hole" she mumble

"Beyoncè" her mother scolded

"I'm not Beyoncè!" she yelled

"I'll take it from here" I reassured the mother, she thanked me before leaving. I closed the door behind her and went over to my chair which was across from the client

I observed her, something which was required when dealing with clients with her disorder (D.I.D)

Her eyes were dark and she wore a smug face

"What are you looking at bitch" she snapped

Sometimes it was hard not to snap on the clients but I knew it wasn't Beyoncè taking so I had to keep chill

"Who are you?" I asked

"Sasha... Sasha Fierce" she said

"Okay Sasha, describe yourself" I said, she looked at me with a raised eyebrow

"What is this Blues Clues?" She asked rolling her eyes

"No I'm trying to get to know you better"

"Well I hate being touched and bullshit just like this, I don't even see why I'm here all I said was that she can't rap, she's trying to be like her fucker of a dad"

"Well Sasha you've been coming out a lot lately so I've heard based on your file and you are here to get some control"

"I'm not the one that needs control, its Gerald" she shrugged

"Gerald?" I asked, when I said that she through her head back and a few seconds her head turned back to me with an annoyed look

"What? Don't call me if your just gonna stare. Didn't your mom tell you staring is rude?"

"Well hello Gerald" I said mostly to myself as I wrote down her different identities

"Bye Y/N" he said before looking back at the ceiling

"My head hurts, what's happening? Where am I?"

"Hello you must be Beyoncè, its nice to finally meet you" I said with a small smile

"Hi, I'm not sure I know you" she said smiling confused

"I'm Y/N your therapist for your D.I.D"

"They came out again didn't they? What did I say this time?"

"You didn't say anything, Sasha did but let's not focus on that, we'll start off slow so tell me about yourself"

"Okay, I'm Beyonce Knowles and I love to sing, I write songs here and there but I haven't released them, I guess I get cold feet each time I say I'm gonna do it " I could see her face light up as she talked about singing

"Would you care to share a song with me?"

"Don't listen to her she can't sing, that shit is ear piercing" her personality changed and I knew exactly who it was

"Sasha thats not nice"

"Bitch I'm not nice thats the point"

"Okay stop call me out of my name, I get that your a personality but I'm here to help you and you calling me a bitch isn't helping in anyway" I said standing up to show who was in charge.

When I looked back at her I could see the hazel brown eyes and her eyebrows were furrowed up at me

"I called you a bitch? What is wrong with me, am I crazy?" Beyoncè asked making me sigh

This is why I don't focus on D.I.D patients. Most of the time the boss or my supervisor throws them on me because she's upset I didnt sleep with her (both of them but they won't fire me because I'm one of the best here)

"No you didn't Beyoncè, it was just one of your personalities and no you are not crazy" I said reassuring her but by the look on her face I knew she wasn't

"How about we call this a day and let you get some rest. I'll take you to you're room where you'll be staying for the 6 weeks, you'll be served breakfast, lunch and dinner, you will also be give a pill at breakfast each day and on Saturdays you can go out to the back for fresh air. When your leaving "

She nodded and followed me to her room which was located in the other building