Today was my very first session with Harleen. I tell you, she a very corny person. Her jokes were unoriginal and stale, but I let her get it out of her system. I asked her some questions about her childhood, then school, and then her dreams and goals but there is one topic she got thrilled about was her relationship. I asked her if she was married. She turned her head " No, But soon will be until Puddin get The Batman." I smiled and asked her who was the lucky man. " Mistah J" I Tilted my head in confusion " Mister J? Who that?" She gave me a shock expression as if I suppose to know who he was. " You don't know who Mistah j is. He's the best of the best. He the light to my dark, He the stars in my sky…" " His the Ick to your Pathetic." She gave me a dirty glare. I gave smiled to her reaction and continued on writing my notes. She's been around this man too long. I Bluntly told her that " Mistah J" seems like a man that controls her too much. She started to yell and rant about how I'm a liar and that I'm a quack. She took a pen that was in the box next to my chair and raised it above my head. I saw anger in her eyes and I knew she wasn't going to hesitate. I quickly grabbed her wrist and chucked her down on the hard tile floor. She moaned in pain. I called the orderlies and they rushed in then stop midway. They must thought that I had everything under control.
" Come get her" I demanded. They both shrugged and brought Harleen to Her feet. I must have given her a bruise cause her cheek was slowly starting to swell. Those eighteen years of Karate really worked for me. A few moments later I walked out of the examine room and enter the hallway where the criminals are but I didn't see Harleen in her cell. They must have put her in Isolation. Good, She needs time alone. I walked down further and saw that hideous man again. He was on his bunk reading some book called 'Lost Boy'. my daughter read something similar when she was a freshman in high school. I never read it but she told me it's a real tragic novel but he was laughing every time he flips the page. I stared at him for a few minuets not realizing that he lower the book and was looking at me too. I felt like a deer caught in headlights. He still had that grin on his face. I had both fear ands interest in him.
"Why are you so white?" I slap my hand to my mouth. Stupid. It was starting again. Thinking out loud. His grin became Bigger and more sinister. I Knew I should've left when I saw him. His emerald green eyes started to come closer towards me. Thank god the only thing between us was that glass. His stance was tall a slender as compared to mines is very petite. I wanted to brake down and run to my cousin office but my feet wouldn't budge. " I'm Sorry," I whimpered. He just looked at me. " For what? It was just a harmless question." I was surprised that this man can speak. He has a great voice. I can see why Harleen loves him.
He winked at me and I took a step back. " No, I'm sorry because I asked you in the worst time. I don't even have you as a Patient." " I Wonder why…Dr.Mime." I was taken aback that he knew my name." Excuse me? How do you know my name?" He beams. " Who don't know? You're the doctor that gave Harley a whopping." I blushed a little. " Yeah, well…I-" He interrupted. " I need a gal like you. Smart. Pretty. Young." I couldn't help but smile even though I was being complimented on a maniac. I folded my arms. He started to sound like a small-excited child ready to explain a complicated video game to me. " Yeah, Miss Mime. You can work on my side and we could be the greatest team. Better then that Dynamic Duo." " Really?" I was getting tired of his talk of nonsense. I Looked at my watch and walked off. I was going to be late for Waylon Jones session.
June-17-1998TGIF, I finished my week with Harleen. She got nuttier after I dropped kick her. Accusing me that I'm stealing "Mistah J" Away from her. Those were the longest hours ever in my life. I told her that she was being delirious. She refuses to listen. She reminds me of my sister. They both have the same problem. Being In love with a mad man. To bad my sister died because of it. Today I only had one session and that was with Waylon Jones also known as killer croc. This man has a very Poor skin condition. His Skin is like reptile leather. He told me he's from Louisiana. My Great-grand mother lived there and she was a witch doctor. I looked through his file saying that his condition is some sort of aggressive atavism. Meaning that he inherited the trait from an ancestor.
His session lasted more than an hour. It's sad how a soul is trapped into a horrible image. I had to cut him off telling him that I have more patients to talk too. I can see in his eyes that he was heart broken. I told him on Monday we'll finish up. There was a bit of hope. Later today, I called my daughter, Samantha. She's turning fifteen this week. WOW! How time flies. In two more years I'll be thirty. Samantha stays with her father who is a former child actor that lives in California. When I got pregnant with her. He wanted me to be a stay at home mom while he does his sitcoms. I didn't want to do that I wanted to finish school and become what I love. A Psychiatrist. His mother took Samantha in and cared of her. While I'm across the country now my daughter want to come visit for the summer and see what mommy do. I first have to get it approved by Joan.