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Roulette

"Heather?" The simple woman called on her again. She seemed to space out lately. It wasn't her plan but she did it and didn't notice most of the time. "Ms. Mason are you there?" The short haired brunette sitting in the chair across from her beckoned.

"Hm? What?" She seemed to snap herself back to reality. It had been this way since shortly after she came back from Silent Hill. She stared into the brown eyes of her 'doctor'.

"You where telling me about your father. Christmas day when you where seven or eight." The brunette said calmly. She seemed to be doing her job and was happy this hadn't gone like it did with her last patient. That was a mess and load of paperwork.

"I'm sorry I forgot your name." Heather tilted her head hoping it would help coax her answer out of the other woman. The other woman chuckled slightly and shook her head.

"This session is about you Heather." She sat up. "But my name is Rebecca...Rebecca Chambers." Smiled Rebecca. Heather nodded at the name and began thinking about where she had heard it before. It sounded so familiar...yet so distant almost like Heather herself felt.

"Rebecca huh? Interesting." Heather said aloud and by the look on Rebecca's face she had better start talking or she was going to get a lecture. "That sounds familiar...have we met before?" Rebecca tensed up and shook her head no. "Really? Because I-"

"Ms. Mason." Rebecca started firmly. "Please this is not about me or if we met...now please continue."

"Down kitty." Heather raised her hands up in defense and laughed. "Alright...where was I?" She didn't remember nor could she. It was like her mind being drawn into a blank slate but slowly she didn't mind. She'd rather forget sometimes than remember...it was a haunting that never seemed to go away. It had been almost four years since Silent Hill but it would still haunt her. Sometimes it would be bad sometimes it would go easy on her. That's when she decided lately that she needed some help.

"Christmas day. Your father was making breakfast." Rebecca reminded her. There was something about this Rebecca that made her think twice about what she would say.

"Oh yeah..." Heather looked solemn. It hurt her still to think about her dad. "dad I'm so sorry." She said in her mind.

"What is it?" Rebecca must have been really good to catch onto Heather. She was good at hiding her emotions...really good at it.

"Nothing It's just..." Rebecca gave her a look. But not one of demanding her to continue...and not one begging. But a look of sympathy almost as if she knew that it was painful for her to talk about it. That she to had lost someone so close to her that it hurt. It was a compassionate, sympathetic, and understanding look. "I don't like to think about my dad...that much. Even the good memories hurt to think about. They just end up making me remember he died because of me." Rebecca nodded gently.

"I understand." From the look she still held towards Heather Heather knew Rebecca spoke the truth. She thought it intriguing that she was the first to understand her this well. It was almost...relaxing but she was paid to be like this. It wasn't personal like Heather was thinking it was her JOB.

"You know your a terrible doctor." Heather said with a joking tone. It was meant as a joke but more than likely it would be taken as a serious thing. Quite surprisingly Rebecca giggle a little acknowledging the joke as it was.

"How so?" She asked setting aside her clipboard and pen. Rebecca was now curious as to why the joke arose. But a smile played across Heather's lips after she heard the giggle from Rebecca.

"Well you seem to understand loss way to much. You seem to-" Heather was cut off by a knock on her door and it being opened.

"Rebecca there's a call for you." Said the secretary. "Line two whenever your done."

"Thank you." Rebecca said calmly and nodded. The secretary shut the door and left back to her desk in the front. "I guess-"

"Nah it's okay...I'm kind of tired anyways." Heather caught on and decided that it best if the session ended today and continued on the next appointment. The women both stood and knew it wouldn't be soon before they would see each other again. Heather's appointment where every other day.

"Alright. Our fourth session." Rebecca shook her hand and smiled. "Remember something...Something can only be beautiful when you see what lays beneath the surface." Heather smiled and walked out leaving Rebecca alone in her office. She walked to the phone and proceeded to answer her call. "Hello?" She asked hoping whoever it was was still there.

"Hey." The grumpy yet familiar voice said to her. She let a smile play across her lips as she Listened to the voice. "How is it going?"

"Hi Chris. Just fine...just finished a session." She sat in her office chair and continued to talk. "How's the B.S.A.A.?" Chris gave a gruff sigh.

"Like a girlfriend won't give me a damn break. How's work? Been a year since we have seen you." It must have been Rebecca's intuition but she knew he was smoking and drinking at this moment.

"Well since you guys won't let me join...great almost had a patient kill me the other day though." Chris laughed and she knew he was enjoying himself listening to her drama.

"Kicked his ass?" He asked with an amused tone.

"Actually no. One of my other patients came back to get her bag and found the guy trying to stangle me so she kicked his ass." Chris chuckled again at her. "I was actually impressed. But what did you really want?" She was tired and honestly wanted to be home in bed right now or in the shower which ever came first.

"Well we are arriving there tomorrow and wanted to know where you want to meet up." Silence..."By we I mean I, claire, Jill, and Barry."

"Well...since I probably won't see you guys for awhile...there's a cafe a mile away from the airport. I'll be bringing a friend."

"That's fine. Who is it?"

"A patient. I want to see how she'll do in a group setting. I honestly don't think she needs help but she thinks she does."

"Alright then tomorrow. See ya then bye."

"Bye chris." She said and hung up.

Heather sat silently at her small apartment table eating and listening to the radio. Bring Me To Life by Evanescence played. It was catchy but it was getting to her...she loved the song but it had been replayed so much it was overused. She thought the band was truly unique but she was just tired of the song. It had gotten stuck in her head so much that at randoms times she would hum it or tap the beat of it. She sighed and just continued eating. Pork chops, Cream of mushroom soup, Rice, and Peas. Thankfully her dad taught her how to cook to. Suddenly the phone rang. She jumped up and answered it.

"Hello..." She was almost paranoid but tried to shake the feeling.

"Hi there." She sighed in relief and smiled at the sound of Rebecca's voice. "I'd like to see how you do in an environment. Some of my friends are coming over we're meeting at the Cafe by the airport I would like you to join us."

"Sure. Whatever doc." Heather really wanted to crack a joke or two but she was rather to tired to. Several final goodbyes and she was off the phone and in bed. "Whatever doc? What a stupid thing to say to her." Heather said to herself and covered her head with a pillow. "Wait why should I care? She's my doctor." She didn't know herself. But hey who ever knows until they know? "Goodnight dad." She turned towards the picture of her and her father as she fell asleep.

She always had a soft spot for people that helped her even if they where paid to. She knew it was stupid but sometimes she felt stupid. 'stupid as a mason' was what she would tell herself constantly.