All through the next week, I kept overhearing Aunt Tracey telling her friends how cute Dr. Lector is. Apparently, she's glad that she didn't persist in having me see a female psychiatrist. She goes on and on about how attractive he is and that she can't wait to see him again on Thursday. Hearing all of this made me sick. Dr. Lector may not be old but it's disgusting to hear your aunt go on about how she wants to take him out for a date. Aunt Tracey isn't bad looking but she does have a way of pushing things too far. She annoyed me to death on every attractive guy she saw and made me help her with planning for dates.
I know she's just using me at this point. At first, she's been using me to finally have a normal niece to show off to her friends. Now, she's just using me to get to Dr. Lector. Yes, I really have a loving aunt.
Thursday finally came and I got home to the sound of Aunt Tracey finishing a call with one of her friends.
"Bye. I'm going to see Dr. Lector again." She giggled before hanging up and seeing me with a grossed out expression.
"What's that look for?"
"Nothing. Just the crappy food at school." She rolls her eyes and pulls her coat on.
"Come on. We don't want to be late for your appointment, do we?" I shake my head and put my backpack in my room before leaving. I made sure to close the door again. Her stupid cat pees on my backpack if I don't close it. That cat just loves to tear up my stuff and ruin them. If it weren't for me keeping my DVDs in a high area, that cat would've scrathed them till they were no good. I treasure those movies because they give me inspiration and I love watching horror films. Tracey says they're a load of garbage and are a bad influance on me. Oh, wouldn't she like to know what really triggered my gorey cravings.
I grab my drawings, get into the car, and we drive off to the psychiartist office. I always stare out the window when taking long drives. It lets me think of more ideas while not being distracted.
"Stop staring. It's not a good thing."
"Is there proof that staring does something bad to you?"
"It's rude."
"Well, what am I supose to do until we arrive at the psychiatrist office?"
"I don't know. Write stuff down or something." I grab one of her napkins lying around and write some words down. When we stop at a red light, I give Aunt Tracey the napkin. She reads my little message: Dr. Lector is Red Foreman in disguise! She crumbles up the napkin and gives me an annoyed look.
"That's not very nice."
"You can't deny it. He looks exactly like him," I laugh. She slaps my arm before the light changed back to green.
"I hope you don't pull any of this with Dr. Lector. You're so childish sometimes."
"Yes, Aunt Tracey, children love watching scary movies and draw about killing people," I say in sarcasm. She rolls her eyes again and continues driving.
We soon make it to the psychiartist office and sign in so that we don't miss the appointment. Some places don't like you being so late. As we sit down, I go through my pictures, looking at them with pride.
"Put those away," my aunt hissed, "No one needs to see them."
"We're already in a building with psychologists running around. Do you think they'll just decide to take me to the mental hospital just for my drawings?" I laughed a little. Some people overheard and looked at me funny. I laughed when I noticed their faces. I love it when people think I'm weird or crazy.
The minutes tick by and eventually, someone calls us in to see Dr. Lector. I clutched my folder of drawings in my arms like a girl would to her doll. These drawings were just as precious as my movies. It sounds very weird but I'd protect these pictures with my life. They're the only things that help me stay the least bit sane in this world. I would never give them up for anything in the world.
We walked down the hall to Dr. Lector's office and waited for him to enter the room. While we were waiting, my aunt was checking herself in her little hand mirror and primping her hair and stuff. She was really getting on my nerves this time. She's done this a lot to guys in the past but this time she's extra careful on everything. She's like some love struck school girl or something.
Dr. Lector steps through the room and Aunt Tracey straightens up. He sits at his desk with a file and his pen, ready to write. He looks at me and to the folder in my hands.
"Are those your pictures, Miss Alkins?"
"Yes sir." Yeah, my aunt may think I'm such a rebel or childish but I know my manners. I get up and place the folder on his desk. He watches me as I sit back down then averts his eyes to the object on his desk. He opens it up and starts looking through the many images drawn on notebook paper (Okay, I don't have any plain white paper so that's all I can really use).
He occasionally made an "Mmm-hmmm" sound when viewing my creations instead of showing concern like the others. This surprised me but kind of annoyed me.
Dr. Lector reaches the last page and closes the folder. He then starts to write down some things for awhile. After he finishes, he looks up at me.
"You have quite the talent there, Miss Alkins. I'm impressed." I show complete shock on my face after hearing this. Clearly, this was not what I was expecting. The same expression showed on my aunt's Tracey as well.
"I'm sorry," Aunt Tracey replied in a nervous laugh, "But don't they concern you at all?"
"I do admit they are not normal for most girls. Since when have you been drawing these things, Miss Alkins?"
"Since I was 12."
"Ah, yes. These are rather unusual for young girls as well. I do think there's something going on but you've got to tell me these things before I can help you." Ha! What help could you possibly give me? My aunt Tracey studdered in confusion.
"But, what I've been telling you was the truth. She's going through a phase and she's just doing these things for attention."
"Ms. Jarvis, I think your niece deserves to have her say in what's going on. Maybe you could wait out in the waiting area while I talk to her?" My aunt looked like she had just got struck by lightening. I laughed on the inside when I saw that look. Awwww, you don't get to see your boyfriend anymore, do you Aunt Tracey?
He scheduled for us to have another meeting the following Thursday and reminded my aunt that only I had to come back here this time. Nonetheless, she still tried flirting with him before we left. It was stupid and very frustrating, let alone embarassing. Although, unlike all of her other boyfriends, Dr. Lector seemed immune to her actions. He really must be a specialist and cares only for his work. That or he's married with kids.
We left the office and all I heard was Aunt Tracey bitch about how he completely blew her off. This was even more annoying than her attempting to impress Dr. Lector. I noticed the napkin from earlier on the floor and laughed to myself. I wonder if I should tell him that on our next visit.
As soon as we got home I went to my room to watch That '70s Show and thinking of finally being able to tell someone what's really going on. Lies are just worthless.