Marissa walked into the psychiatrist's office the next afternoon with apprehension. Although she had walked into her office many times before, it always felt as if she were walking through those doors for the first time. Whenever Marissa thought of someone who went to see a psychiatrist - she thought of someone with a mental disorder, like schizophrenia. Never did she think of someone like herself - someone with a family, money, potential, and without mental illness.
She gave the secretary her name, and she went to sit down in one of the chairs. She picked up a copy of People magazine, and began to flip through it. Almost immediately after she started to read an article, the doctor came out and asked for Marissa to come into her office. Marissa went in and sat down on the couch across from the chair the psychiatrist was in.
"Hi, Marissa. It's been awhile since we last saw each other," Dr. Milano pointed out. Marissa had only come twice the previous year.
"Hi... Dr. Milano," Marissa replied.
"So I talked with your mother, and she said that you have had a lot happen since the last time you saw me," Dr. Milano said. "Do you want to talk about some of it?"
"What's it matter? I mean, that's what I'm here to do, right. I have to. I don't want to," Marissa explained.
"Why don't we start with the obvious and most recent reason as to why you are here. Trey Atwood. You are dating his brother, Ryan, are you not?" Dr. Milano asked.
"I was dating Ryan," Marissa said, correcting the psyciatrist.
"And how did this come to be?" the doctor asked.
"Trey died," Marissa replied. She wanted to give the doctor as little information as possible. She knew that she would just go off and tell her parents - since she was under age.
"How did Trey die?" Dr. Milano probed.
"I shot him. Trey was attacking Ryan, and I shot him. There are you happy now? I vented my problems to you!" Marissa yelled as she stormed out the door. She could not bare to talk about what had happened to anyone - to almost anyone that is.