Bored and nervous you are taping an annoying rhythm on the wooden desk in front of you. You sit on a white plastic chair in the middle of John's office, surrounded by blank walls with posters of human body parts on them. An impatient sigh escapes your lips. Then finally, you can hear someone pulling the door knob. You turn around to look at John, but the only one you see is the blond, short-haired Lady, the secretary. With a caring smile, that makes her green eyes shine, she informs:"Hi, John will be here any minute now. There's just been that emergency. Some guy took a bottle of pils and poured down a few shots vodka. Could have ended badly..." Her eyes turned sad as her voice faded. "Oh", is everything that escapes your lips as you shyly look back down on the sterile floor.
"He must have had his reasons", you say almost not audible. "Yeah" she whispers, and you can feel her looking at you, "By the way, I'm Mary...and you are Abby right? John told me about your arrival"
You stay silent to ashamed to say anything. Awesome she knows, you think, everyone knows how awkward and crazy I am.
Short after that John enters the room hastily,"Sorry, for being late", he exclaims while trying to fix his scrubs. As his eyes meet Mary's, the atmosphere in the room changes everything feels somehow energetic and very strange. The lovebirds keep staring at each other, only as you clear your throat melodramatic, the take their eyes off of each other. You can't help but chuckle lightly as both of them start blushing equally deep red. Mary leaves the doctor's office in a hurry. You still chuckle as John takes his seat on the other side of the desk.
"Hey, John" you finally manage to get out.
"Hello", he says with a shimmer of red still on his face.
"So", you begin"About what did you wanna talk?"
He shuffles uncomfortable in his chair and you raise your eyebrows in furrow.
"I...the first night you were at ours..." he stumbles nervously.
"You mean, when I had the breakdown. Right?" you state politely.
"Yes, exactly. Well, when you got unconscious, I gave you something to calm you down, because you were still shaking..."he professed.
Your understand that he had to do that, you were in no way pissed or hurt, so you just nod and look prompting at the doctor.
Slowly he continued talking again:"I had to inject you the liquid...in your veins.. in your arm"
You stare blankly at him and the voices start screaming at you again.
You son of a bitch. Everyone knows! He will throw you out, he doesn't want to share his place with a psychopath. A cutter! No one wants to! You should kill yourself, you worthless piece of shit.
He restarts talking, and the voices get a little more silent,"I have seen your cuts"