"So, how was your first session?"
Feral's mother took her coat as she slipped off her shoes. Her mother's midnight black hair was pulled into a tight bun, her face slightly wrinkled. Feral shrugged, "It was all right."
Her mother raised an eyebrow, "That's it? What kind of person is Dr. Furter?"
She looked lost for a moment, "Oh, you mean Frank. He's pretty nice."
Catherine looked rejected, and stood silent for a moment. Then, she decided to say what she was thinking, "Honey, why don't you ever elaborate? Why don't you tell me anything?"
Feral rolled her eyes, "What do you want me to say, Mom? Should I tell you I had fun, and that I love you for sending me to Dr. Furter, and that I'm very, very happy?"
She smiled, "That's what I'd love to hear."
Her daughter stomped to the staircase, growling, "Well it's not fun, I hate you for making my 'insanity' official, and I'm pretty damn miserable!"
With that, she hurried up the stairs, only collapsing to her bedroom floor after her door was safely shut. After a moment of wonderful, soothing silence, she picked up her phone, which was on a hook on the wall slightly above where she was sitting. She dialed slowly, and then waited, until a voice came.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mick.. It's Feral."
"Oh, hey. What's up?"
"I hate my life."
"Oh, you had that session today, huh?"
"Yep.. the doctor's ok, but my mom somehow manages to make the whole day horrible anyway. It's really the fact that now my sickness is.. official. It's like a life sentence or something. No one will ever look at me as if I'm normal."
"I guess that.. that sucks. Oh, hang on, got another call."
"Ok."
There was a long pause. Finally, the phone came back to life, "Hey, I gotta go. Talk to you later."
"Uh.. ok. I love you.
"Uh, ya, I love you, too. Bye."
Click. Feral sighed. She knew that she was paranoid, and she was probably overreacting, but.. Over the last week, Mick had seemed preoccupied. Maybe it was just her being depressed, and his not wanting to get involved, but still..
Feral's mother took her coat as she slipped off her shoes. Her mother's midnight black hair was pulled into a tight bun, her face slightly wrinkled. Feral shrugged, "It was all right."
Her mother raised an eyebrow, "That's it? What kind of person is Dr. Furter?"
She looked lost for a moment, "Oh, you mean Frank. He's pretty nice."
Catherine looked rejected, and stood silent for a moment. Then, she decided to say what she was thinking, "Honey, why don't you ever elaborate? Why don't you tell me anything?"
Feral rolled her eyes, "What do you want me to say, Mom? Should I tell you I had fun, and that I love you for sending me to Dr. Furter, and that I'm very, very happy?"
She smiled, "That's what I'd love to hear."
Her daughter stomped to the staircase, growling, "Well it's not fun, I hate you for making my 'insanity' official, and I'm pretty damn miserable!"
With that, she hurried up the stairs, only collapsing to her bedroom floor after her door was safely shut. After a moment of wonderful, soothing silence, she picked up her phone, which was on a hook on the wall slightly above where she was sitting. She dialed slowly, and then waited, until a voice came.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mick.. It's Feral."
"Oh, hey. What's up?"
"I hate my life."
"Oh, you had that session today, huh?"
"Yep.. the doctor's ok, but my mom somehow manages to make the whole day horrible anyway. It's really the fact that now my sickness is.. official. It's like a life sentence or something. No one will ever look at me as if I'm normal."
"I guess that.. that sucks. Oh, hang on, got another call."
"Ok."
There was a long pause. Finally, the phone came back to life, "Hey, I gotta go. Talk to you later."
"Uh.. ok. I love you.
"Uh, ya, I love you, too. Bye."
Click. Feral sighed. She knew that she was paranoid, and she was probably overreacting, but.. Over the last week, Mick had seemed preoccupied. Maybe it was just her being depressed, and his not wanting to get involved, but still..