Fay was just heading for home. She had felt sick after a while, and the
nurse had literally ordered her to leave early. At the last minute, she
remembered that she was supposed to see Dr. Retruf that day.
She began to drive toward the office, hoping he would be lenient enough to have her appointment early. She checked her watch, "Noon-thirty.. I hope Dr. Retruf doesn't get mad.."
She popped two pills that had been on the dashboard into her mouth and swallowed them dry. Her driving was steady, yet she felt very shaken. She felt that she really was insane now. She could feel the depression, the constant pessimistic worries.. She felt broken.. And she couldn't remember why.
She really was numb. The medication made her day go faster, made her thoughts cloud, and made the love go away. It made it all disappear. She just didn't care now. She was under control as she pulled into the complex parking lot.
br Dr. Retruf will see you now." Fay felt nervous. She pushed the door open and stepped in. The man was in his mid-forties. He had his hands folded on his desk. Fay offered her hand over the desk, but he did not stand. He raised an eyebrow, "You're case 209.. Hane, am I right?"
"She was startled, "I suppose so.."
He shook his head, "Sit down, Hane."
She looked sad as she sat down. She didn't know why, but it had pulled some heart strings when he had looked at her as an inferior just then. He looked at her papares, "You are self-destructive.."
She shook her head, "I'm really not.."
He looked up coldly, "This paper says you are."
She gulped, "But, I swear I don't-"
The man interrupted, "Let's see your arms, then."
She rolled up her sleeves, tears welling in her eyes. She fought them, blinking rapidly. Dr. Retruf examined them closely, then said, "You hide the marks cleverly."
She dared not speak. She finally asked, "What's wrong with you, Dr. Retruf?"
He looked appalled, "Excuse me?"
"What are some of your problems?"
"I have none. I'm normal. You, on the other hand, need lots of help.."
"I.. I do?"
He stood up, "Isn't that what you've been told? Stop questioning, Hane. Accept what you are being told. You need help."
She nodded, "Yes.. You're right."
She began to drive toward the office, hoping he would be lenient enough to have her appointment early. She checked her watch, "Noon-thirty.. I hope Dr. Retruf doesn't get mad.."
She popped two pills that had been on the dashboard into her mouth and swallowed them dry. Her driving was steady, yet she felt very shaken. She felt that she really was insane now. She could feel the depression, the constant pessimistic worries.. She felt broken.. And she couldn't remember why.
She really was numb. The medication made her day go faster, made her thoughts cloud, and made the love go away. It made it all disappear. She just didn't care now. She was under control as she pulled into the complex parking lot.
br Dr. Retruf will see you now." Fay felt nervous. She pushed the door open and stepped in. The man was in his mid-forties. He had his hands folded on his desk. Fay offered her hand over the desk, but he did not stand. He raised an eyebrow, "You're case 209.. Hane, am I right?"
"She was startled, "I suppose so.."
He shook his head, "Sit down, Hane."
She looked sad as she sat down. She didn't know why, but it had pulled some heart strings when he had looked at her as an inferior just then. He looked at her papares, "You are self-destructive.."
She shook her head, "I'm really not.."
He looked up coldly, "This paper says you are."
She gulped, "But, I swear I don't-"
The man interrupted, "Let's see your arms, then."
She rolled up her sleeves, tears welling in her eyes. She fought them, blinking rapidly. Dr. Retruf examined them closely, then said, "You hide the marks cleverly."
She dared not speak. She finally asked, "What's wrong with you, Dr. Retruf?"
He looked appalled, "Excuse me?"
"What are some of your problems?"
"I have none. I'm normal. You, on the other hand, need lots of help.."
"I.. I do?"
He stood up, "Isn't that what you've been told? Stop questioning, Hane. Accept what you are being told. You need help."
She nodded, "Yes.. You're right."