What do you think? What do I need to fix?
(CR)
I shuffled in the arm chair I sat in and prodded my chin with my long bony fingers. “Judith…how are you this evening?” a handsome man smiled slightly while he pulled out a huge note pad and a fancy pen along with it.
With the tip of my tongue, I rubbed the upper front teeth of my dry mouth. “I am fine,” I mumbled, “it could be better though.”
I watched as he scribbled down my response. He then looked back up at me and scratched his nose. “How are you coping with the memories of the abuse from your parents?”
My legs crossed at the knee quite awkwardly and I vigorously chafed my hands. “I am not affected by the past any longer…I just need to fix my personality flaws and some habits I had acquired from it.”
He raised his eyebrows and frowned. Then he jotted it down on the note pad. I looked away from his gaze. “I actually have little memory of what had occurred,” I scratched my head and pushed my hair back behind my ear. In reality, I had not forgotten any of it; I just hated talking about my past.
My eyes fell upon his somewhat of a huge collection of novels. I noticed how unorganized they were and that stressed me a lot. All books need to be organized in alphabetical order or from tallest to shortest when placed on anything, never random! I started to fidget; my eyes were glued to the shelf. You think he would allow me to systematize them neatly for him? I asked myself as I bit my lip.
A weak grin spread across my face as my eyes settled on his sweet, easy to look at, face. “So you believe that you are fully over it?” he tilted his head and added, “I do not think so.”
I rolled my eyes. “It is getting late,” I said standing up and slipping on my jacket, “it is almost 6 o’clock and I do not feel like going to bed at 3AM again.”
He stood up and simpered. “Okay, it was great talking to you. I will get back to you on Wednesday.”
* * * * *
I drove down an awfully long empty thin road. For miles on each side it was just fields and fields of flat golden dead grass. No car, house, animal, or any human in sight. I didn’t mind, I preferred it that way. It took me a good four hours to get to just the forest. There were no roads that lead directly to my house. I lived in a forest. Living in the city would have made me gone mad as I hate being around other people.
I steered through the rough terrain in my jeep. It was hard not flipping over as I not only had to avoid the trees, but also had to drive over hills, random dips, and other misalliance objects like rocks.
The ride was kind of like a minuscule constant earth quake. It was hilarious and fun when you were quite bored from the lengthy drive. I would pretend I was a sheep as my voice would tremble from the vibration.
All of a sudden a cow mooed. My eyes widened as I searched the car for it. “Yes, got it!!” I thought out loud as my eyes caught a cell phone at the foot of the passenger seat.
It took me awhile to catch it as it was bouncing around. I was glad when I snatched it as I had managed not to kiss a tree with my jeep. So I answered it. You can imagine the receiving end’s opinion on my goatish voice. “Ha…Hi-i-i-i-i-i..hi-i-i-i,” the words fumbling from my mouth.
“Hello, Judith,” my husband answered.
Note I hate talking to people, the exception being my husband, especially on the phone. I am okay on the computer, but in general I prefer to be alone in my own thoughts or simply with my husband.
“When will you be home?”
“I-I-I-I-I-I….a-a-a-am al-al-al-alma-most th-th-th-there,” I replied with annoyance at my incompetence in speaking properly at the moment.
I watched my surroundings with sharp eyes as I sped further into the forest closing in on my destination.
He chuckled softly. “Fu-uc-uc-uc-uck yo-oo-oo-oou!” I spat out.
I tend to take things personally, even if it was a joke.
“Sorry babe just cannot help but laugh. I love you. See you soon.”
“Bye.”
I furrowed my eyebrows as I tossed my cell phone onto the passenger seat...
Thanks.
(CR)
I shuffled in the arm chair I sat in and prodded my chin with my long bony fingers. “Judith…how are you this evening?” a handsome man smiled slightly while he pulled out a huge note pad and a fancy pen along with it.
With the tip of my tongue, I rubbed the upper front teeth of my dry mouth. “I am fine,” I mumbled, “it could be better though.”
I watched as he scribbled down my response. He then looked back up at me and scratched his nose. “How are you coping with the memories of the abuse from your parents?”
My legs crossed at the knee quite awkwardly and I vigorously chafed my hands. “I am not affected by the past any longer…I just need to fix my personality flaws and some habits I had acquired from it.”
He raised his eyebrows and frowned. Then he jotted it down on the note pad. I looked away from his gaze. “I actually have little memory of what had occurred,” I scratched my head and pushed my hair back behind my ear. In reality, I had not forgotten any of it; I just hated talking about my past.
My eyes fell upon his somewhat of a huge collection of novels. I noticed how unorganized they were and that stressed me a lot. All books need to be organized in alphabetical order or from tallest to shortest when placed on anything, never random! I started to fidget; my eyes were glued to the shelf. You think he would allow me to systematize them neatly for him? I asked myself as I bit my lip.
A weak grin spread across my face as my eyes settled on his sweet, easy to look at, face. “So you believe that you are fully over it?” he tilted his head and added, “I do not think so.”
I rolled my eyes. “It is getting late,” I said standing up and slipping on my jacket, “it is almost 6 o’clock and I do not feel like going to bed at 3AM again.”
He stood up and simpered. “Okay, it was great talking to you. I will get back to you on Wednesday.”
* * * * *
I drove down an awfully long empty thin road. For miles on each side it was just fields and fields of flat golden dead grass. No car, house, animal, or any human in sight. I didn’t mind, I preferred it that way. It took me a good four hours to get to just the forest. There were no roads that lead directly to my house. I lived in a forest. Living in the city would have made me gone mad as I hate being around other people.
I steered through the rough terrain in my jeep. It was hard not flipping over as I not only had to avoid the trees, but also had to drive over hills, random dips, and other misalliance objects like rocks.
The ride was kind of like a minuscule constant earth quake. It was hilarious and fun when you were quite bored from the lengthy drive. I would pretend I was a sheep as my voice would tremble from the vibration.
All of a sudden a cow mooed. My eyes widened as I searched the car for it. “Yes, got it!!” I thought out loud as my eyes caught a cell phone at the foot of the passenger seat.
It took me awhile to catch it as it was bouncing around. I was glad when I snatched it as I had managed not to kiss a tree with my jeep. So I answered it. You can imagine the receiving end’s opinion on my goatish voice. “Ha…Hi-i-i-i-i-i..hi-i-i-i,” the words fumbling from my mouth.
“Hello, Judith,” my husband answered.
Note I hate talking to people, the exception being my husband, especially on the phone. I am okay on the computer, but in general I prefer to be alone in my own thoughts or simply with my husband.
“When will you be home?”
“I-I-I-I-I-I….a-a-a-am al-al-al-alma-most th-th-th-there,” I replied with annoyance at my incompetence in speaking properly at the moment.
I watched my surroundings with sharp eyes as I sped further into the forest closing in on my destination.
He chuckled softly. “Fu-uc-uc-uc-uck yo-oo-oo-oou!” I spat out.
I tend to take things personally, even if it was a joke.
“Sorry babe just cannot help but laugh. I love you. See you soon.”
“Bye.”
I furrowed my eyebrows as I tossed my cell phone onto the passenger seat...
Thanks.