"So, Mr. Pot-"

"2D."

"Hm?"

"Call me 2D. Tha's me nickname."

"Alright then." the psy-something guy breathed out through his nose. People did that a lot when they talk to me. Why is that?

"2D. Do you know why you are here?"

"No."

"You are here because after the recent... incident... your parents decided that you needed help."

"With wot?" I'm not doing anything right now, so I definitely don' t need help with it. I don't get why me Mum and Dad sent me here.

He did that breathing thing through his nose again. "After Mr. Niccals-"

"You mean Mu'doc?"

He breathed out through his mouth this time. At least he was switching things up.

"Yes, 2D. After 'Murdoc' hit you with his car, you were in a coma for a year, an-"

"I know tha' already. Wot I'm askin' is wot I need 'elp with. I'm no' doin' anythin' right now, am I?"

"I am trying to explain this to you, if you would sto-"

"Well, get on wit it then!"

He started turning red, then he went pale again.

"What I am trying to say is, 2D-"

"Why do ya keep sayin' me name? We're the only people in the room." I looked up at him as I realized something. "We are the only people in the room, right?" I leaned in close and whisper the last part, "Do you see dead people?"

He turned red again.

"IF YOU WILL SIT BACK AND LISTEN TO ME, I'LL TELL YOU!" He yelled. I don't like yelling, it gives me headaches.

I shake one of the painkillers out of the bottle and swallow it. Hm... I'm running low. Gonna have to remember that.

"2D, most people going through what has happened would be traumatized, and you are staying with the very man who cost you an entire year of your life. Your parents are concerned."

"I don' see why, I'm jus' stayin' wi' me mates is all. Sure, Mu'doc gets violent every once in a while, but 'e's good enough."

"Do you mean to say that he beats you?"

"Sometimes. Calls me names too. Why?"

"2D, both physical and verbal abuse are very bad. You understand that, right?"

"Yeah but it ain' abuse, ih's jus' Mu'doc. Wot i don' unde'stan' is wot 'traumer- eh, no, tha' ain' right, traumatizing? I don' know wot that means."

He put his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose and breathed out again. "Let's move on, shall we?"

"Alright."

"What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you think about yourself?"

"Stuart Pot."

"Besides your name, please."

"Oh, um, 2D?"

"A nickname is still a name."

"Me?"

"I mean what would you use to describe who you are?"

"Blue?"

"Not what you look like, but who you are, you know, the way your mind works."

"I think it 'as somethin' ta do with electricity, right?" I think the psy- something guy is starting to get exaspramated or something, whatever Muds says happens to him when he talks to me.

"I mean how would you describe your personality."

"Oh, I get it." why didn't he just say that in the first place? "Forgetful." I was pretty happy that I remembered a word like that.

He sat forward eagerly. "Why is that?"

I shrugged. "Forgot."

He breathed out through his nose another time. "Thank you, 2D, you can go now. Just forget about coming next week, alright?"

I nodded, then left his office and headed back to Kong Studios. That didn't help with anything.

The word 2D used, exaspramated, was a screwed up form of exasperated.

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