Mr. Oaken seemed to be a nice enough guy. Though he was large, he was not intimidating, more like a giant teddy bear. He was already seated when I arrived for my therapy. He gestured the chair opposite him, a wide smile on his lips.
"Well hello dear" he has a thick accent, I think it's Norwegian. "Anna isn't it?" I nod in response, trying to figure out what this will be like. "Now, to start, why are you here?" He asked pressing his finger tips together to make a triangle with his hands.
"Because it was my appointment" I say simply, not wanting to comply.
"No dear, I mean here, in this camp." He smiles again. I look at him coldly, my eyes glaring despite his apparent kindness.
"Because my parents are bigots" This earns a frown out of him, but I continue regardless "They were always telling me to express myself, I guess they just didn't like the self I expressed" I say with a note of haughtiness. The man's frown changed to one of concern.
"What was the you that you were expressing?" He asks as if he doesn't know "and how were you expressing it, if you don't mind" I hold up two fingers and press one down before speaking.
"One, it was the me that likes girls." I press down the other finger. "Two, I expressed it by making out with my girlfriend," behind closed doors, they wouldn't have found out if... well it's not my fault she moans... wait, I guess it is I think to myself. He nods as if in understanding.
"How was your relationship with your parents before you arrived here?"
"Just before I got here?" I ask sarcastically "pretty shitty, they were mad at me for being gay, I was mad at them for being mad at me for being gay." I shake my head slowly from side to side, making a 'tsk' sound repeatedly "not very good at all,"
"How about before the... incident?"
"oh you mean when they walked in on me in the middle of sticking my tongue down a hot blonde's throat?" I ask innocently, tilting my head to the side. "that incident?" He looks uncomfortable.
"Well... yes"
"well before than it was actually pretty good." I say matter-of-factly, not offering anything else.
"nothing you might resent them for? No arguments, disagreements, something like that?" I shake my head.
"no problems in the rest of your life prior to the incident?" he asked. Now he clasped a clipboard in his large hands, and was scribbling something. A long pause followed this question as I mulled it over. Finally, I decide on what I will say.
"Look I know what you are trying to do, so I am going to make this a lot easier on the both of us okay?" I say with the sweetest smile I can muster. "I am not mad at my parents, I am not mad at God, I am not rebelling, I have nothing against society, and I am not 'angered by my apparent castration' if you wish to use Freud on me, in fact, I am quite comfortable in my femininity, I am also comfortable in Rapunzel's." A sly smirk creeps across my face as I can tell that I have stumped him, so I decide to continue again "or at least I was." I pause "bitch" I say under my breath. After a moment, Mr. Oaken speaks again.
"Anna, I am here to help you. You do know that right?" He asks. He sounds so hurt as he speaks I immediately feel like I kicked a puppy. Hanging my head in shame I reply.
"Yeah I know" I say before I realize what his meaning is. "wait, help me with what? There's nothing wrong with me. Okay, I'm a snarky cunt, sue me." Huffing, I cross my arms over my chest. "Mr. Oaken, you really are too nice of a person to work at a place like this" He nods slowly.
"That's all the time we have sadly, I would love to see if we can work with you." He looks up at the clock and I follow his gaze, 11:00 exactly. He stands and offers his hand out, I shake it, turning to leave.
Opening the door revealed a patiently waiting Elsa. Her eyes tilted toward her lap, circling two fingers on the back of her hand, as her lips move slowly. I smile and say hi, she returns the greeting, smiling lightly at me before entering the therapy room.
It is at this point I realize that I have nothing to do. I am alone in my cabin, the lights are off, and Elsa is in therapy. Then something slips into my mind, a stupid idea, but one that is better than nothing. Reaching to the bedside table, I turn on the small desk lamp, and take the notebook and pen from the drawer. Opening it to the first page I stare at it again. I hadn't written anything. Yesterday's date, and the title "Day one" stare back up at me. Just so something is there, I write one word on the first line of the page before flipping to the next. Dating and titling the page "Day two" I smiled in content as I began to write scathing remarks about the futility of this exercise. Mostly just venting but it made me feel better none the less. I set my pen down and look a the clock. Boredom over takes me and I simply lay back on my bed, breathe deeply and begin to doze off.
"Anna?" Elsa said, shaking my shoulder lightly. I groan and roll over, facing her now.
"What time is it?" I ask groggily. Rubbing my eyes and blinking I look up at her. Something is different about her now, but I don't know what.
"about 12:30," she says simply, moving to sit on the foot of my bed. I notice her lips start to move again, but no sound comes out.
"hey what are you doing?" I ask, my curiosity has peeked.
"Wh-what? Nothing" she says almost startled.
"Just now, it looked like you were saying something, what was it." I tilt my head to the side.
"it's nothing," she says, an almost panicked look shocks across her face. "please, just drop it" she says in a tone that just makes my heart melt. What is it about this girl? Then suddenly a different question comes to my mind.
"Fine but you have to answer me something else" I say, sitting up on my bed, pulling my legs under myself.
"Oh fine, what is it?" she asked, a teasing tone of annoyance graced her lips. Turning to face me, crossing her legs on the bed, she looks at me waiting.
"what did you do to get sent here?" I ask, looking at her closely as a pink blush rises in her cheeks.
"oh, th-that well... I mean... it's not very interesting... kinda boring really..." she continues to stutter on for a bit before taking a deep breath and looking at me intently. "Do you really want to know?" she asks, her voice calm and commanding now.
"Well, yeah, I mean I asked." I say looking back at her, trying to match her confidence which seemed to have come out of nowhere.
"Well fine," she took another deep breath, staring at the ceiling for a moment. I waited patiently. "I guess it all started when my family hired a new maid"
Hello people, it's me again. I finally have a cohesive plan on where i am taking this story, and i am not going to lie. You will all probably hate me before it is all said and done