Sitting in a chair, in a dark room lonely room there sits a girl. She doesn't know why she's there or where here even is. But she just sits there, quietly looking at the wall. Knowing that there are people watching her through a one sided window. Leaning back in her chair she runs a hand through her short red and black hair or what little she had.
"You know it's rude to make people wait," she says in a bored tone. Fixing her under shirt so her cleavage wasn't showing. Sighing as she waited for a voice to come through.
Finally a voice came through. "Than why do you start with tell me what you want me to know, like your name?"
"You should know that already your my therapist. That's what your getting paid for anyway," she rolled her eyes eyes as she leaned back in her chair.
"Tell me it again, like we don't know each other," the voice said.
"That's cause we don't know each other! Cause you have me locked in this room, while you hide behind a piece of glass!" She snapped at her therapist.
"Alright, Eliana, I see you have a new hair cut. Did you shave it yourself or did someone do it for you?" The voice acknowledged her hair.
"Yeah I need my left side redyed. So I found a picture online and asked my friend shaved the sides and the back for me."
"And the top is still long?" The voice questioned.
She ran her fingers through her bangs and to the back. "I have to have something to play with," she mumbled.
"Is there anything else new," the voice asked.
"Does punching my brother count?" She asked.
"No. No it does not." Her therapist said.
"Damn," she cursed under her breath. "Than I got nothing. What about you glass face?"
"Well I was hoping to ask you if I could have a student sit in on our session today?"
She sighs rolling her eyes, "aww are you already bored of poking in my brain?"
"No it's just a requirement for my job."
"Well then! Fine. Whatever. I don't care?" She said leaning forward looking down at the floor. Thinking to herself as she rocked a bit in her seat.
"If you could introduce yourself... Please." A new voice came through.
"I hope you both took your potty breaks." She said not looking up.
"Excuse me?" The new voice sounded confused.
She looked up, "did you fart? Cause that's disgusting if you did." A smiles came to her face. "Hi I'm Eliana, you wanna hear my story on why I'm in this room and not in a normal office."
Her therapist whispered to her student that Eliana had been in a car accident with her mother and that she wasn't going to admit that part though. Just that she would skip it completely to a point she felt was fit.
The student looked at Eliana, "fine let's hear your story."
She sat up a bit, "how delightful. Where to begin?"
The room darkens and their voice die off as Eliana being her story. But only where she felt it should have began.
