FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY DELL IS INTRODUCED. Hi, guys, this is Sylphie again. Welcome to Chapter 3 of Cold Oblivion! Here is where we meet Dell the therapist (best title for him obviously). I want to thank all of my viewers and reviewers and you too Storm. Uh. This chapter will be a bit short because I wanted it to end on a cliffhanger, so, watch out for that. I really like how mean and abrasive Dell is and the wonderful dynamic he shares with Miku. But. I'm weird so. oAo

As soon as Mr. Honne entered he knew he was in for a hell of a ride.

The room was like a sterile cell, all white walls and cold tile and two single plastic chairs. He knew one chair was reserved for him. The other belonged to the sobbing teal puddle convulsing on the ground.

"For God's sake, get up," he grumbled. The girl eyed him reproachfully, fingers curling into talons.

"Who are you?" she asks, voice hoarse from crying. She took a deep shuddering breath, her throat aching like it had been clawed up by cats.

"Doesn't matter," he mutters. He sits slumped in the chair as he lights a cigarette. He has a smoker's raspy voice, but it was satisfying, like you had an itch in your ear and his voice could scratch it. He smelled of Irish Spring soap and smoke.

Red eyes meet teal.

"So, you gonna stop throwing a temper tantrum or what?"

"My boyfriend is dead. DEAD, you heartless bas-"

"I know that," he interrupts. "And you can scream and cry and cuss later, but for now, we have work to do."

Miku's vision begins to tunnel. Everything becomes gray and fuzzy as one thought echoes in her head. You killed him, you killed him. He shouldn't have been drinking, you could have stopped him, you could have reached out to catch him. Even if he dragged you down with him pay life and into death you would be peacefully dead, instead of rotting in this sterile cell.

Despite everything, Miku still loved Len. Maybe. The emotion was a bit blurred, but it was the only thing left in this world.

Deep exhale. "Kid, don't blame yourself. It was a suicide."

Miku stays frozen, but her eyes widen in shock. Disbelief.

"His parents found the note. The family does not blame you for anything. Hell, they doesn't even know you were there."

"Then why are you interrogating me?" she hisses.

"This is an inquiry as to your mental state, not an interrogation," he explains.

"Whatever," she huffs. "Why haven't I gone home yet?"

Stupid brat. Why did she have to ask that, of all things?

Dell lies.

"Your family wants a clean bill of mental health before your release."

Oh. Dell sees relief in her eyes.

"My turn to ask questions," he says with a somewhat threatening grin.

"Tell me about Len."

"Why don't you go ask him?"

"Well, I would, but he's kind of in pieces."

She yowls like a mad cat and lunges for him, fingers extended to jab into his eyes. Dell grabs her arm and whips her around, yanking her into submission. Both arms are pinned behind her back as she writhes on the ground.

"Naughty, naughty. If not for that little outburst you would be out of here sooner. Unfortunately I'll have to log that into your record," he informs her with a sadistic glee. What did the idiot think she was doing, attacking a professional?

Of course, there was the likely possibility that she wasn't thinking at all.

"Screw you."

Miku spits on his well-worn shoe. Dell swears and flings the girl back in her seat.

"Listen, you damn psycho. I don't care who you are or what you did. Your parents want you out of here, so you're going to get out of here. The independent variable is how long you have to wait to get out of here. And right now, darling, your chance aren't looking so hot."

Miku's gaze is focused on the ground like an impudent child. She grips the chair and swings her legs back and forth.

"I hate you."

"I don't care."

...

"I want my lawyer. You have no right to fling me around like a freaking rag doll. Who the hell are you, anyway?"

"I said this was a mental health assessment, not an interrogation. No lawyers here. And second, I'm your therapist. We're going to have lots of good times together the next few months."

Her shriek is loud enough to make the dead walk.

"Believe me, I'm as thrilled as you are."