Dr. Collins' POV
Alice Cullen seemed very shy, or maybe she just had an attitude. But anyway, once we were in my office she sat down on the couch in my office and curled herself into a ball, not looking at me. Her father had told me that she was bi-polar and in the middle of a depression swing. He also told me that sometimes she has these strange "visions" and he wished to have her checked yet again for schizophrenia. Even though she's been tested for is twice already with negative results.
"So, Alice" I said, taking out my notepad. During the first session with a patient, I always just take time to know them and have them open up to me, "would you like to tell me a little bit about yourself?"
Without looking up she said, "Lets not and say we did."
I laughed and wrote sarcastic on my notepad. "Well then, shall I tell you a little bit about myself?" When she didn't answer I said, "My name is Dr. Julia Collins, I'm 30 years old and work as a therapist." Alice snorted, good start. "I'm married with one child and a dog, my favorite food is chocolate and my favorite television show is house. I love books by Stephen King. My hobbies are writing, reading and cooking." Alice had looked up at me now, "Now would you like to tell me stuff about yourself?"
She shrugged. "My name is Alice Cullen, I'm 15 years old and my life sucks. The end."
"That's it? No hobbies? Interests? No joy in life?"
"Well I suppose I do, but my parents don't want me moping around and cutting myself all day."
I didn't say anything for a moment, her father had mentioned that it had been recently discovered that she was cutting herself. I wondered just how extreme it might be. I checked my chart again for some bit of information I could possibly use to spark a conversation with Alice. There was nothing except a medical history that could be its own book. I was just gonna have to try a few things and hope for the best.
"Have you met any of the other patients here yet?" I asked. Most everyone here are good friends with each other, especially with the chat group we have.
"There was this guy named Jasper talking to me in the waiting room."
"Ah, Jasper is a nice young man. I believe he's only a year older than you."
Alice said nothing. She just continued with her rocking motions. "What's wrong, honey?" I asked.
"Headache" she mumbled. "And don't ever call me honey again." she said with venom in her voice, so much different than the one she had used just seconds ago.
"Okay, sorry." I pretended to write something in my notepad so I wouldn't have to look her in the eye. After a moment I looked back up and said, "Well what do you think of Jasper?"
Alice shrugged. "He's alright I guess."
I nodded.
"And I know you're trying to get me to warm up to you, but you don't need to know me personally. Just start asking me about my problems so I can get the hell out of this place."
"Well why don't you tell me about some of these problems then, so I can get you started on some treatment then."
Alice's voice went very quiet when she spoke again. She said, "You can't save someone who doesn't wanna be saved."
A/N Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I really am. My family is almost never home during the summer so I haven't had my laptop or internet. Don't worry, I haven't quit on this story and I don't plan on anytime soon. (:
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