An interaction between an unagreeble person and a benevolent person

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Cover art is acrylic/charcoal on paper by myself

From "No respect for myself - a chronicle"

I can write anything I want here.

 

Literally anything.

 

Fuck.

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Is it not perverse that I fantasise about looking in on the conversation between those closest to me after my death? Do I wish for my death to come soon? Are all these strange behaviours of mine truly a manifestation of my unease or am I merely searching for ways to receive special attention?

 

The wan young man's mind was adrift once more. Into his eyes a flicker of life returned and he instantly recognised his surroundings. He sat in the centre of a dusty office facing a neatly dressed woman with a serious, probing face. The muffled sound of cars passing by outside came back into focus.

 

'Michael? Are you still with me?' asked the psychologist with a concerned look on her face.

 

Something resembling a soft grunt escaped Michael's lips, as if he had been suddenly woke from a dream.

 

'Good. I thought I'd lost you there. I asked about your life at home. Are you living with your parents?'

 

Michael sighed deeply, slowly exhaling a lungful of air. 'They are divorced.' he answered mechanically. 'I live with my mother.'

 

'Very well, and how is your relationship with your father?' she drawled on.

 

'I don't speak to him. He is a loathsome narcissist.' he stated sharply, slightly squinting his eyes.

 

She noticed this disdain and quickly continued. 'And your mother?'

 

'We don't get along too well but we are forced to endure each other. She is an insufferable nag.' he responded indifferently.

 

'Do you have a job, Michael?' asked the therapist in an innocent tone, trying not to seem prejudiced.

 

A caustic smile crept across his face. 'Funny. That is what she asks me every day out of spite. No, I don't. I have been rather occupied.' he added with a sardonic grin.

 

'With what?' said she, curiosity shining through.

 

'Taking drugs, listening to music and playing video games. Skateboarding too. Sometimes I'll read and paint.' he shot back coaxingly.

 

The psychologist wisely ignored this self-deprecating attempt at humour. 'And why do you spend your time in this fashion? Do you not wish to be independent?' she retorted.

 

The young man frowned. 'I don't know. Beats lying in bed.' He paused, looked down and then quickly added: 'I don't think I'm really cut out for work.'

 

The magnanimous woman frowned too. She felt pity but succeeded in not showing it. 'What makes you think so?' she asked with some surprise.

 

The sullen man suddenly flared up. 'Like you hadn't noticed!' he scoffed. 'Something or another to do with my acne-ridden face, retarded-sounding voice, severe hearing impairment, perhaps my relentless social anxiety and depression and my complete lack of confidence thereof!' His face flashed crimson.

 

'I didn't mean to alarm you.' she apologised, eyes wide but calm and warm, 'so I see.' She paused in thoughtfulness, creating suspense. 'Well, your session's just about over. Better get out of my office now, spastic. I got other patients, you know. You really think you're the centre of the world don't you!' she reprimanded him bitterly.

 

The young man was horror-struck. He sat up, rose from his seat and made his way out. 'Fuck you, bitch!' he yelled back to her as he slammed the creaky office door behind him.


Submitted: November 06, 2021

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dewey green

Smug indoctrinating cunts think they know it all, hope he broke a hinge.... Nice illustration though! it evokes the emotional dread the character is feeling while being interrogated, as always Good Onya Mate!

Sun, November 7th, 2021 10:54am

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She probably lives a terrible life, wrought of pride and pretense. I went a bit too far at the end I think but needed to finish it somehow!

Sun, November 7th, 2021 2:56am

dewey green

It's fucking brilliant mate.

Sun, November 7th, 2021 11:01am

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Cheers lad I just hope no future psychologist of mine reads my work lol

Sun, November 7th, 2021 3:04am

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