So here we are! That little sequel I promised. This story is a little less depressing than the last on so hoorays for that, right?
"So how are you feeling today, TJ?"
"The same as last week Dr. Million…"
"You know, you're here to sort through everything that has happened."
"I know. But there isn't anything to sort through."
Laying back in one of those fancy chairs that always seemed to be in therapist's offices, TJ occupied himself with playing with one the toys that sat in the corner. It was that little cube where you put the peg in the right shaped whole. But it was serving its purpose; distracting him from being here. Today was Monday, and that meant two things. One, it's only the first day of a week of therapy he didn't want to go to. And two, he had to go through this alone; Monday meant therapy alone, Wednesday was for therapy with his friends, and Friday was family therapy. He was sure they were all going to suck.
"Now, we've already been through this," Said Dr. Million. "After going through what you have, your parents feel that it's necessary for you to be here, so tell me. What's on your mind?"
"Not that it's anything against you, but I'm not comfortable here." TJ said.
"And why do you feel like that?"
"Think about it. You're a grown up. I'm a kid. We're in a room with a locked door. I really don't feel safe in here with you."
"Oh, well that's perfectly understandable. If it makes you feel better that big mirror right there," He paused and pointed to a mirror that took a big chunk of the wall. "That's a one-way mirror, and your parents are on the other side. They can see if anything happens you know."
"Really?"
"That's right. Does that make you feel safe?"
"A little," He said as he lay back on the couch. "So what am I supposed to be talking about?"
"Anything that's on your mind. Anything at all."
"Um…" TJ searched his mind for something he felt he should mention. Something from the last three weeks made sense. He, his friends, and his parents have been very busy. "People keep feeling bad for me and it's starting to get on my nerves."
"How so?"
"They keep saying how sorry they are for me and how brave I must've been to tell and they keep giving me presents…." He said. "I don't want their pity."
"They might really feel bad about what happened to you."
"I don't want them to pity me. I'm still alive aren't I?"
"That's right, and we're all thankful for that. Who exactly pities you?"
"Other kids and their parents." TJ said. "They all want me to recover but they keep reminding me that it happened. Do you know what I'm trying to say here?" Dr. Million nodded. The rest his time here was spend ranting about the people he now found annoy and why. This led him to pace the room and punch the air a few times. Eventually he drifted into the topic of his hat and jacket that still remained with Sam and Chauncey.
"I used to have a hat and jacket. I loved that hat, it was my identity." He said.
"Your identity? You must've had a good reason to give it away."
"I gave it to Chauncey and Sam after I didn't feel like myself anymore…"
"And who are they?"
"My new friends. Sam has red hair and freckles all over her. She reminds me of another one of my friends sometimes, except she's not as aggressive. And Chauncey and curly blonde hair and dimples. Every time he smiles he blushes….he has my hat and Sam has my jacket."
"Tell me more about these two."
"I met them in the hospital. We kept talking after my friends left for a while."
"How do your old friends feel about them?"
"I dunno. They only met once…"
"I see. Well, TJ thank you for opening up today. Our time is up, but I'll see you and your friends on Wednesday."
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