How to survive your psychiatrist

by Coooooookie77

May you never rest in peace, because you would find that far to boring. Reincarnation, a bit of SI-OC, drabble-story

10. Therapy

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The next week the toddlers dragged her 14 (+73) year old ass to a psychiatrist.

The corpulent old git had a voice just as slimy as his hair. He was even worse than toddler 1 with his questions.

"How are you feeling Christy? What did you do, Christy? Why would you do that, Christy?"

It was hell.

Apparently she had delusions (and anger issues). The self important fuck could stuff it. He could try dying wrong and see how he liked it.

(He missed his normal grumpy old man life. He missed his grandniece Clara. He missed Roy. He missed him so damn much.)