7 years
It was an office of sorts, very small with very little taste. Blue wallpaper littered with white bubbles was stapled to the wall in a disorganized fashion. The 3 tall plastic chairs shoved unceremoniously in the corner were a deep grey that seemed to be faded from black via many years of usage. To the right of them was an overly soft leather couch, and to the left of them was an old, untidy, metal black desk, stained from all sorts of pens, markers, and other types of dishevelment. As I walked into this room from the waiting room outside, my little nose scrunched up in disgust. From the blue walls to the sound of a crackling ocean coming from speakers, I could tell that I didn't like it there.
Swinging my stubby legs on the too tall chair that I had chosen, the couch looked like a death trap to me, I looked up at the weird lady in front of me. She had on a plastic expression of false glee. "Now James, I want you to tell me about yourself. For each thing you tell me I'll give you a treat." The lady looked down at me in a condescending manner. I wanted the treats, and I wasn't going to play along with her childish games.
"I already took your candy." I smiled widely, playing the role of the dumb 7 year old. As I lied, I looked her in the eyes to see her reaction. Looking confused, she glanced at the second drawer on her desk and quickly looked back at me, trying to figure out when I could have possibly stolen the candy. "I hid it." I glanced at the bathroom, knowing that was where she would look to find it of that is where I looked - I had played this game many times with my mum when she had something I wanted, the infantile deceit was second nature by now.
"Uh oh!" The fake woman forced a laugh and placed a strained smile upon her face. "Where could it be?" The underlying tone of degradation was utterly despicable. Standing up and heading towards the loo, the idiot lady opened the door to begin searching.
I hopped off of my seat and walked over to the desk, opening the second drawer, to promptly find the giant bag of sweets. Quickly and quietly I snatched up the bag and hurried to the chair, stashing the sweets behind my back taking a single caramel from the bag. The woman returned to find me slowly unwrapping the sweet and plopping it into my mouth, idly sucking on my fingers to capture every last bit of the sugary goodness.
As the lady stared down at me I looked up, smirking at the fact that she was utterly bewildered. "I won." I giggled. "I always win at games." I raised an eyebrow and glared, daring her to reprimand me as I silently planned for all the ways she could respond.
"I didn't realize there was a game to be won Jimmy." She started to put the mock smile back on her face, clearly pissed off by this point, only to stop halfway as a reaction to my sickly sweet expression of power.
"You wanted games, and I gave you an easy one. You fell for it. You're boring." I waved her off with a well-practiced stoic look, as she stared at me in shock. Suddenly breaking from her trance, the woman walked into the other room to retrieve my mum who had been waiting. The woman looked me over and looked back at my mum, saying something with a lot of big words in it such as bipolar, sophisticated, and psychopath. She had no reason to go at me with such vigour, but I supposed that is what people do when they realize they've been beaten. Especially when they feel they demand some sort of superiority.
My mum gave the woman money and grudgingly took my hand in hers pulling me out the door. I grabbed the bag of candy from the chair. Looking back at the therapist with my mum in one hand and the candy in the other I grinned knowing the woman was dumbfounded that I could outsmart her. Imbecile. I turned back around, skipping out the door with a newfound bounce in my step.