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"Ms. Brown?"
I look up at the man, bald head, round glasses. He watches me carefully but not in a caring way, a professional way.
"Are you stoned?" he asks.
I focus back into reality, realizing I'm in a room filled with head shrinking books and bright windows. I look down at the burning cigarette that lays in between my fingers. The ash, stacking up higher and higher as I leave it burning.
"Smoke pot? Take LSD?" he asks, as I turn to the table next to me, discarding the mass amount of ash. I shake my head and blink hard when the light from outside hits my eyes.
"No drugs?" he asks. I shake my head again.
I sit back in the red lounge chair, not meeting his gaze.
"How do you feel right now?"
"I... don't know" I manage to say.
"I don't know what I'm feeling" I add.
His adjusts in his chair, taking his glasses off and hooking them over his shirt pocket.
"You need a rest" he says.
"Yeah... I'll go home and take a nap-"
"No no. You need to go somewhere where you can get a genuine rest."
I look up and blink my eyes at him in confusion.
"You're very lucky. The best place in the world for someone like you is less than a half an hour away from here."
The clouds that occupy my head suddenly clear at the realization of what he's getting too.
"You don't mean Claymore?" I question.
He leans forward, the leather chair he sits in makes a noise as he bends over, looking at me frailly. The older man's expression turns very serious as he prepares his next words.
"Millie, four days ago, you chased a bottle of aspirin with a bottle of vodka."
I stutter at vivid but somehow still shaky memory.
"I- I had a head ache."
He shakes his head at my words.
"Millie, your father is a friend of mine. He asked me to see you, even though I don't do this anymore."
I look down as he continues.
"You're hurting everyone around you. Claymore is a... it's a great place. You'll get the help you need there."
He then gets up and walks over to his desk, picking up the rotary dial and puts a number in.
"Yes, a cab at..."
His words become muted with my own, overpowering thoughts. Moments later though, I'm brought back to the therapist's office as he nudges my arm.
