9#Therapy.
Tyler laid on his back on a gray rolled arm chaise lounge, staring straight up at the ceiling of his shrink's office. He had been like that ever since he came in to see the therapist and hadn't spoken a single word. He had never been in therapy before, but what was there to say, really? That he had been seeing his dead best friend at school and was the only one who could see him? Yeah, that didn't sound crazy at all.
The male therapist, Dr. Frank N. Stiner, sat quietly in his sofa-like chair. He had white messy wild hair that made him look like he'd been electrocuted, his eyes were brown, he wore black circle-shaped glasses and a white lab coat. He looked like he was wearing a mad scientist costume he had worn at some costume party. Truth be known, he looked like he was the one that needed to see a shrink.
"My understanding from your Dad is that you had two episodes at school today and a third one on the way home. The first two resulting in possible panic attacks." Dr. Stiner said.
"What?" Tyler asked as he looked at Dr. Stiner with a confused look on his face. Episodes? Panic attacks? Terrance had spoken with the doctor earlier in private before returning to the waiting-room where Tyler was. What had he told this guy? "He said it was episodes and panic attacks because of how i reacted. And so he brought me here."
"You don't believe you had three episodes and three panic attacks in one day?" Dr. Stiner asked.
Tyler blew out a breath and looked back up at the ceiling.
"How are you feeling now?" Dr. Stiner asked.
"I've had better days. Maybe not since last year, but i've had better days." Tyler said.
"When was the last time you had a good day?" Dr. Stiner asked, concerned.
Tyler was silent for a moment. "Look, it's impossible for me to talk to a shrink."
"Any thoughts at all on why you had these episodes?" Dr. Stiner asked.
Tyler paused. "I don't know. Nightmares, maybe?"
"About what?" Dr. Stiner asked.
Again, Tyler paused. He didn't know much about therapist, but he knew enough to know that telling his situation of seeing Evan would likely do him more harm and zero good. The doctor would just diagnose him as crazy and have him put in a mental hospital. But maybe not. Not if he played his cards right. He could just talk about him and Evan, he didn't have to say anything about Evan's ghost. The less the doctor knew about that, the better. "About my best friend...Evan."
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