Bonnie took one more glance around the room, at the neatly arranged books on the shelf in the far corner, at the large window behind psychologist "Dr Lori Loud" which gave a near perfect view of Middleton city even from where Bonnie now sat.
This "Psychologist" if that was who Dr Loud claimed to be, was as much as Bonnie hated to say it a woman of good taste.
And when such praise came from the cheer leading fashionista as dedicated as Bonnie who refused to wear anything that wasn't the trendiest style of the moment, that meant at least something.

"I didn't really want to come here." Bonnie admitted, unable to bring herself to tell anything but the brutal truth in front of the shining white eyes the blonde doctor clad in the white robe surveyed her with. She didn't care whether that colour were the result of contact lenses or not, their piercing whiteness were too powerful to resist. "I was only told to come here by this other doctor, and then my mother. I don't really know why I'm here in the first place."

The white-eyed blonde sitting behind the desk and by the window gently nodded as if satisfied with Bonnie's answer. She stayed silent for a few seconds which seemed like an eternity to her brown haired trauma patient. She was new to this entire business of psychology and though she had been praised several times by the other doctors for being one of the best if not the best one they'd ever had the pleasure of recruiting, sometimes she still felt a little unsure of herself. Though Dr Lori knew that this brief silence she needed was awkward for both her and her poor patient who she was already beginning to badly pity, she needed to say exactly the right words if she was going to have any chance of getting through.

A lot of the many mishaps in her tragic past she preferred to forever keep to herself had been the very result of her loose and hasty tongue. She could not have this poor girl who had come to her in an hour of dire need to feel any worse.

"From what I understand at least, you've been recommended here after one of our doctors found you in an extremely unpleasant mood one evening and out of great concern for your safety, she then came to us and raised the alarm before sharing this incident with your own mother who then decided that some sessions here might do you some good."

A frown graced Dr Loud's face as her patient angrily slapped herself in the face, for a reason that she could make no guess at. Human emotions were complex things that even those like herself who dedicated their entire life to studying them found difficult to fully understand.
She did however know to take this as a cue to proceed with extreme caution since this foreshadowed the patient's great instability.
She could only wish that good friend Clyde was still here to help her figure out what to do next.

"Well get on with it then. I haven't got all day." her patient requested after silently looking down at the ground as for a few seconds. "You claimed that you could cheer me up and all you're doing is making me feel even worse."

Dr Loud resisted the urge to tremble visibly before the now incredibly impatient Bonnie Rockwaller and with great force of will only just managed to maintain eye contact.
One of the most important things Clyde had taught her about her new job was not to show weakness in front of her patients regardless of how difficult they were with her.
Most importantly of all, maintaining calm, since failing to remain calm led to blood spilling from your nose and your patients running away in terror and your boss kicking you away from your only job and by extension your only means of making a living, in Clyde's own words.
"And I don't want any of those bad things happening to a kind and innocent angel like you Lori. You're too pure for this cruel and evil world." Clyde had finished that day's pep talk with, his tone harsh yet mild at the same time out of the great concern he was trying and failing to convey despite his best efforts.

"Let's start with something easy. Why have you been feeling so sad recently?"

It was a lacklustre way to start any conversation, counselling session or not and Lori very nearly pinched herself for having to resort to such a bland and uninspired stratagem. This was not how Clyde's old doctor "Dr Lopez", from whom he took many of his superb teachings from would have begun any session like this.

"If this is the best psychologist that Kim's stupid mother could find for me, then its no wonder stupid Kim grew to be the mean and twisted psychopath she is today." Bonnie groaned inwardly to herself, a gesture not unnoticed by the shining white eyes of the blonde woman in white behind the desk whose eyes noticeably blinked in regret.
But in the end Bonnie decided if her mother had taken such great pains to get her here, even offering to reward her with dinner out if she but didn't make a fool of herself then it was the least she could do to keep her manners in this conversation at least passable.
That however was the only reason she would try to take any part in this pointless exchange of banter, which had already wasted much of her valuable time.

"I'm being followed by a very nasty girl at school who won't leave me alone no matter what I do." Bonnie explained, her weary tone making it clear that she expected no help or sympathy whatsoever from the sole listener in the room whose narrowed and tired eyes immediately begun to widen in terror at Bonnie's words. "And I have two sisters who never seem to show me any love. If I keep going, I think I'm going to swear so lets stop there, okay."
Bonnie took three deep breaths upon finishing the sentence that had very nearly dropped her into a fiery rage in which she rampaged around the room breaking every piece of furniture in sight. Even thinking of her three antagonists made her want to punch everything she could see.

The first part of her patient's shocking sentence made Lori's stomach begin to churn up. The second made her tightly squeeze shut her mouth and cover it tightly with her hand as hard as she could. The blonde psychologist could almost feel the bile coating her tongue as another one of the nasty visions that she never managed to fully free herself from flashed up before her very eyes.
She could but continue to cover her mouth and squeeze shut her eyes as she waited for the horrible moment to pass.

...

"Please drive me to the comic store later. Just this once, Lori, please help me out." the young white haired boy pleaded, his face a mask of fear and desperation.

"No!"

"Please. The editor of Ace Savvy is in the store today. You don't know how much this will mean to me. Just this once, please help me." the boy's tone becoming weaker and more strained with each word. Was it really so much to ask that just this once ,he be the one receiving some help from his siblings.

"I said no!" was the only reply once more from the tall blonde woman he called his older sister. She did not look at him as she spoke but rather at her blue phone which her gaze was almost entirely fixed upon.

"Please..."

"It doesn't matter how many times you ask Lincoln. I have things to do and the answer will still be no. Now leave me alone." she dismissed the boy with a wave of her arm.

"Even after all the things I've done for..." the boy stopped his sentence there knowing that what he was about to say next would get him nowhere with any of his sisters and instead quietly left the room, leaving the door wide open as he retreated down the corridor head bowed low trying his best to show some respect to the sister that his parents had left in control of the house in their absence.

Had his sister been but paying a shade more attention to her clearly now very upset little brother instead of the handheld communication device she spent far too long on for her own good, she might have heard his next words along with the quiet footsteps that echoed with each step he sullenly took back to the safety of his little room where he knew he would cause no more trouble.

"It's clear that you don't care about me either Lori. I thought you were better than this." she might have heard her little brother say to himself, had she not chosen to drown out her brother's words with a call on her phone to her friend who at least then ,was greatly more important to her than the spoiled and ungrateful family she was forced to live with instead.
Little did she know how that she would one day come to regret every second of precious time she wasted babbling away on the phone she would one day disassemble and throw into the bin, when she realised too late the consequences of her apathy.

...

The blonde woman continued to shiver uncontrollably as her eyes slowly opened and the feeling of nausea slowly began to die down once again. She knew she had just disgraced herself in front of another patient despite her best efforts. She didn't know why she received such high praise from the other doctors despite these bouts of hysteria she had never fully recovered from ruining session after session of her time with the patients she was supposed to provide comfort and reassurance towards.

"I see" she managed to reply to the very impatient brunette whose eyes were still as hard as stone but for reasons unknown seemed to soften a little at seeing her sudden outburst. "I'm really sorry it's like this for you. Please, tell me more."

Bonnie shook her head. Grown up's these days were weird. No one else had reacted this strongly when she tried in vain to make them see her side of this story. They only ignored her or at worst scolded her for being an ungrateful pig who cared about no one but herself.
So it really came as a surprise to find the psychiatrist she had at first been so reluctant to see, reacting with such real and heartfelt emotion to her problems.
This woman's words really did match her pure white eyes. Was she even a normal person?

The psychiatrist listened in polite and respectful silence as Bonnie reiterated once again a story she had long grown tired and bored of repeating.
Bonnie told her how the girl named Kim was always there to sabotage any moment of success she tried to enjoy, always stealing Bonnie's thunder so to speak.
How her two spiteful excuses for older sisters always upstaged her in all that she tried to be successful in so that even away from the horrible place she was forced to go to each day for her education, she was not free to savour the little happiness Kim had not taken from her.
She spoke each word about her predicament expecting it to be at best completely ignored by another uncaring worshipper of the by now world-famous Kim.
"They got the brains and looks, while I got the rest. At least that's what they'd always tell me." Bonnie wearily said, waiting for the blonde woman who wore far too much white for her own good to take the side of her sisters over hers.

But Dr Loud was silent and attentive throughout Bonnie's retelling of the chain of sad events that had ultimately led her into this spiral of depression which had caused her to be admitted to this hospital in the first place.
A depression that she had managed for more than twelve long and tedious years to withstand but never really shrug away as the pain got worse and worse each day as Kim's massive circle of fans only grew while hers dwindled and shrunk.
All despite the fact the idiotic Kimberly Possible had enough bad taste to choose someone as stupid and unattractive as Ronald Stoppable as her best friend and romantic interest.
"Ronald Stoppable, a brainless moron with no talents and nothing worth liking. No one at school even found him agreeable until Kim came and for some reason gave all her attention to him. Then everyone started liking him while leaving me in the dust."
Dr Loud nodded but still said nothing as a horrible mixture of pity and anger she was beginning to feel for this misunderstood yet still very mean patient began to resonate more and more painfully to the point where she was almost beginning to feel a headache herself.
She was glad she had found Bonnie Rockwaller before someone else.
As usual, Dr Possible had brought another patient to her for a reason.

This patient needed full attention here and now. To have waited even a day longer would have pushed poor Bonnie off the cliff of no return.
And patients who did fall down that cliff had a nasty tendency of never climbing back up again, as she had been forced to learn herself the hard way. And even now the emotionless and spiteful way Bonnie spoke to her, it wasn't the way any normal person with a shred of morality should have spoken.
It was as if Bonnie had already surrendered most of her capacity to feel and emote to the extent where she wasn't fully human anymore.
Human in the way that was to be able to feel regret at one's wrongdoings and understanding with other people's points of view aside from her own.

Lori might well have been looking at a knife wielding madman covered in the blood of his victims. Even he would seem saintly and harmless in comparison to the scary brown haired woman she was dealing with here and now.
Even Clyde's great teachings couldn't have prepared her for what was unfolding this tragic day.

"I don't think even I can help this patient." she whispered to herself as Bonnie concluded her story with another rant about how her family hated her and how Kim Possible as the scum of the earth needed to go back to the pit in hell from where she came from.

"I know you probably haven't been listening to half of what I just said, but let's hear it. What do you think I should do now?" demanded Bonnie impatiently, clearly near to falling asleep. "What do you, a supposed professional with these kinds of problems, think I should do? Or what even can I do?"

Dr Loud opened her mouth to speak but a word of comfort, but only a pained sigh came out.

"You're probably just going to tell me to get on with it because you don't really care about anything but the high paychecks you get for sitting here with your thumb up your ass all day looking pretty. Or tell me that I'm the one who needs to change because its my rotten life to put up with the horrible people I'm forced to be in contact with.". Bonnie glared at her psychologist with empty eyes as she gritted her teeth and very nearly banged her fist on the desk in anger. She expected just this reaction of cold silence of being ignored.

"Well I just wasted nearly an hour of my valuable time talking to you. And you gave me nothing. Just like the other people I turned to for help, you too didn't help me at all. So thanks for nothing." Bonnie barked angrily, as she slowly began to stand up.
A picture of Clyde's furious and frowning face flashed before the psychologist's rapidly tearing up eyes as she saw her patient stand and begin to trudge sadly for the door.
A look he very rarely wore on account of being the optimistic and dependable bringer of joy that he alone could be.
The one time Lori saw him with that look after circumstances better left forgotten, it had haunted her dreams for months on end and left her waking in the dead of night each night sweating all over. No amount of milk, lullabies or before bedtime exercises had managed to quell the insomnia and only Clyde's reply of yes when out of guilt she begged for his forgiveness gave her back her much needed hours of sleep each night.

But those nightmares would be back once more if this patient didn't leave her room feeling even the slightest bit happier with her problems.
The thousands of innocent lives this...monster who called herself "Bonnie" could go on to ruin was unthinkable.
Kim and Ron sounded both like very nice people even if Dr Loud didn't know much about them, and they would likely be the first two victims.

She needed to do something to help Bonnie fast. But Bonnie was already so near the door and was even now reaching for the handle. Lori knew first hand what happened after the Brunette left the hospital and she didn't like it one bit.

"Wait!" she managed to plead just in the nick of time, causing the brown haired girl to very reluctantly turn her head to face the psychologist she'd all but lost hope in once again with a demonic glare.

"I can help you. I've been through all the things you've just described to me and I know how difficult it must be for you as well." Dr Loud confessed, hoping the honesty in her hasty confession would stall Bonnie for just a few seconds for her to think of something else to say. Something that would actually make this meeting at least slightly meaningful.

"You're just saying that to try and make me feel better. You really don't know how horrible that Kim girl has been to me all these years and you never will. So shut up." her client responded, making the blonde psychologist in white church clothing even closer to tears but buying her the much needed extra seconds she needed to fish from a pocket, her keys which she just remembered she always kept on her person.

"It might be best if you spend some time away from your family. So here, take these keys to my house." she said making up each word she spoke on the spot, as she held out the shining golden key in a sweating and uncontrollably shivering hand. "You can come anytime you feel you need a break from all those people."

Bonnie's impatient glare quickly turned to a puzzled look of wonder as she eyed the gleaming golden key. Funny how it looked so special considering it was only an unimportant and generic object such as a house key to a house.
She didn't know what was so special that it happened to catch her eye in the second when she would have wanted nothing more than to leave this hospital and never come back.

Perhaps it was the way this eccentric psychologist had offered it to her and the body language that suggested that Bonnie taking the key would have been like doing her the favour of a lifetime.
Perhaps it was the way the key seemed to glitter with quite a pretty sparkle to be quite honest, the light tone of gold it was coloured certainly did make it a good piece of eye candy even if it was only a key and not say a set of pretty earrings instead.
But the third biggest perhaps in that moment as time seemed to stop dead in it's tracks came from Bonnie the cheerleader's years as a devout of fashion and by extension fine jewellery when she wasn't busy trying to upstage the showboat Kim without success.
And how Bonnie's experienced fashion eye told her from the first glance she cast upon the small and otherwise mundane item, that this key was not stupid and dinky iron simply painted gold or even gold plated to give fake impressions.

This key was made from real and difficult to find gold. The real thing and it was so much more beautiful.
And that was all that was needed to completely change Bonnie's until now lacklustre impressions of the blonde loudmouth she thought at first would be of no help to her whatsoever as she looked upon the nearly crying Dr Loud with newfound admiration and greedily grabbed the precious loot from the female doctor's still trembling hand.

"Here are my contact details and my address so you can actually find my house." Dr Loud happily stated as she quickly forked out from a nearby drawer a small card on which was written her name, address and most importantly of all her phone number.
It was rare that anyone asked for these details and she was glad that the twenty dollar note she thought had gone to complete waste printing those cards out had in fact proved to be a life-saving decision.

She handed it to a now very upbeat Bonnie who was still mesmerised by the unearthly glint of the keys she still held in a hand, and explained that if there was absolutely anything the lonely and misunderstood brunette needed be it helpful advice or assistance of any sort, to immediately ring the number on the card without delay.

"Thanks I guess." was the confused yet still very grateful reply as her patient nervously slipped both the card and keys in a trouser pocket which she just as nervously proceeded to zip up "That's erm... nice of you. I guess I'll see you then, doctor Loud."

"Of course. Your mother has already booked you in for another session with me a week today and then for five more weeks after that. And don't worry about money, Dr Possible has told me she is prepared to pay the price. She's such a nice person."

"Well er, that's nice. I guess I'll er... see you soon. Evening to you then." stammered Bonnie as she opened the door and left the room gently shutting the door after her as if not sure that was what she really wanted to do.

"And to you too Bonnie." Dr Loud replied as she sank back in her chair and saw the door gently shut. These next few weeks would certainly be interesting.
Perhaps there really would be some good to come of the terrible and remorseless monster she herself had once been, fortunately secret from her new patient who needed her more than anyone else who had needed her. If her own past meant she could better relate to others about to cross or who had already crossed the moral horizon that she had long crossed with her own family who she could never return to, then she was beyond glad to have had the valuable learning experiences that she did.

She couldn't wait to tell Dr Possible that there was a chance after all that Bonnie's relationships with Connie and Lonnie but more importantly Kim could begin to improve after all. She could even less endure the remaining hour she still had to wait before she could update her good friend Clyde and tell him all about the events of today.
That would be a long and deep conversation that would most likely take up the remainder of the nearly finished day.

He would certainly be happy to hear the great things she was now doing to help others who had been unlucky enough to become the nasty brute she once was guilty of being.

Several floors below, the red haired woman that was Kim's mother and Dr Possible stood happily watching in wistful silence as Bonnie skipped out of the building and out onto the sidewalk below with a newfound spring in her step.
One of the best things about the lucrative luxury of being a good doctor was having connections to good and moral friends who were a positive influence and always ready to help in a jam.
Villains and bad doctor's like Drew Lipsky and Shego had only other bad and unhelpful friends to be with.
Both a bad influence to themselves and unable to provide them with anything but unhelpful advice and negative energy.
Negative energy that saw those criminals and other bad people never succeed in what they did.

And another chapter comes to a close. And now here is where I thank everyone of you who have read this far into the story which I've worked so hard on for being such great friends and lovely people. Thank you sincerely for your sweet reviews, each one touches my heart so much and bring me to such tears of joy.
I also want to share with you some of my thoughts. One of the things I hate about any film, Superhero movie or not is that the heroes never walk a mile in the villain's shoes. They go around instead being stuck up jerks who never think that maybe the villain should be treated just a little better so that they stop being villains in the first place.
Most of all they never ask just one word. And that word is "Why?" Why did the villains do the bad things they did. Do heroes never stop for a second and think whether the villain likes being beaten down by the world around them.

And all because the hero can't criticise themselves and look at their own faults for a change. How hypocritical.