You can imagine her as Jessica Walkers. Or anyone else too. A sorta long author's note at the end.
One last thing before you start, I'm not perfect.
When I was only 16, I had decided to never marry. To never have a family. To never take orders from anyone. To be independent.
All because of just one person.
But that's a story for some other time 'cause right now I had something else to concentrate on.
Which is my job. I perform it in a medium sized room having white coloured walls. My wooden table was slightly broken but other than that, it was perfect.
"My wife cheated on me. My kids despise me. My family is basically ruined. I have nothing...absolutely nothing to live for. What-what can I do now that I've nothing left?" James, a 35 year old average-looking man and also one of my patients asked, holding back a sob.
"The question isn't what should you do, the question is what do you want to do?" I asked him back, slightly stern.
Wondering why I'm giving him advice? That's because I work as a counsellor in a well-known hospital.
And do I like this job?
Not one bit.
The reason being me. I'm not exactly clueless but neither do I have complete idea of what I do. I never studied in this field and I don't have the proper education to qualify as a counsellor. Yet, here I am, sitting in a comfy chair with my patient seeking help from me.
For money, of course.
Yes, I know it's illegal. But it's the only way for survival too.
Life can sometimes surprise you. Who am I kidding? Life always surprises you.
"I-I don't know. Sometimes I just want to break stuff out of anger. But sometimes..." He clasped his hands together and didn't meet my eye.
"Sometimes?" I questioned him further.
"I want to end all this," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out what 'this' means. It was clear that he didn't want to live anymore.
Yeah, a suicide thought.
Now most people would be all shocked and surprised at his words but not me. I have to deal with such patients everyday and convince them that there this something in this world that requires you to live. Which by the way, isn't as easy as it seems.
I find his thoughts wrong. Just so wrong.
And I plan on changing them.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, because I've got no family or friends. No one. Absolutely no one gives a shit wether I live or not. So why should I live?" He spoke bitterly.
Deep inside, I felt pity for him, but I didn't dare show it. People suffering from depression do not like pity. Well, at least I didn't. And he clearly didn't look like he wants pity from me.
"You're alive for a purpose. Live for yourself. Now tell me, do you think your wife cheating on you is your fault?" I asked.
I might not know much about this whole 'counsellor' thing, but I sure do know how to give great advice, in my opinion.
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