He was seeing her for the first time today. Her name was Dr. Galler, but he was told to call her Teresa, being as she was a therapist. Junior intended to be polite, so as not to send out any vibes that he didn't want to, therefore he would call her Dr. Galler for the time being.

She was supposed to help him sort through all of these feelings that he was having. The reasons why he had left so abruptly, the reasons why he felt the way he did at the times he did. She was going to make him become the old Junior, the fun Junior. The one who wasn't a mopey, sad-looking shell of himself.

He walked up the steps in the hospital, and he felt as if he could walk out of this building today being a completely new and different man. A man who loved life, and didn't want to be taken out of it. His first session was meant to be a "getting to know you time," but still he felt that somehow, he could change even today.

He opened the door and walked in, going up to the front desk. The lady sitting there had horn-rimmed glasses and looked like she would rather be doing something more productive with her time, such as watching Home Shopping Network or tending a garden. She gazed up at him drearily and typed a few things on her computer.

After she had finished fiddling around with this, she asked Junior, "Name?" in a very nasally voice.

"Ken Davis Junior, Junior Davis, I'm not really sure what they put me under," he replied bouncing back and forth on his toes a little bit from nervousness.

"Ken Davis Junior, please fill out these forms over there, and come up when you are ready to turn them in," the receptionist told him, going back to whatever she was doing on her computer.

He walked to the very small room with about 5 chairs in it. He chose one and sat down, with the clipboard on his lap. Are there any chronic health problems in your family? It asked him after the space where he filled in his name, address, etcetera. He answered yes. The next few questions proceeded to ask him to go into more detail about these illnesses, if any. He explained his father's heart condition, and also a great-grandmother he had heard had lung cancer. Have you recently had any thoughts of harming yourself or others, such as in suicide or homicide? He answered yes, and when it asked him to clarify, he wrote down suicide. Do you find yourself not being able to fall asleep at night? Junior answered no. Do you have trouble staying asleep? He pondered this for a moment and then thought of all the nights he would reach over to grab Kris, and there was only empty air there, taunting him. Those he considered sleepless nights. He wrote down yes.

Junior then answered 12 more questions about his history and how he had been feeling lately. When he had finished, it had been 20 minutes and he took the clipboard and paper up to the receptionist's desk. She took it from him and said tartly, "We need time to verify insurance and your identity, and then the doctor will see you for your appointment, Mr. Davis."

Junior nodded and went to sit back down. As he sat, he began to think about what he was about to do. He would be essentially forced to spill his thoughts of the past 6 months since he'd left to someone he barely even knew. He never even told people he did know about what was going on in his head. He looked up at the TV and tried to concentrate on the cooking show that was currently playing. Before he knew it, however, he felt tears begin to prickle at the back of his eyes.

He couldn't do this, wouldn't do this. His stomach took a gigantic nosedive and plummeted to his toes, making him feel nauseous. Just then his doctor came out and said his name, "Junior Davis, hi, I'm Dr. Teresa Galler, you can call me whatever you feel comfortable with. Let's come back to my office, Sir," the woman told him.

As they walked back to the tiny room, Junior looked at the woman. She looked to be in her 40's at most, and had long brown hair that curled out at the ends. She wore a business-like suit and heels that looked like they could kill. She led him to her office and he went in and sat down, her closing the door behind them for privacy.

"So, Junior, what are you in here to talk to me about today?" She asked, and suddenly, Junior felt as if he really could spill his guts to her.