1 |The Azalea
May May 14th, 2018
2:35 pm.
Patient 083 is on his way for his monthly therapy session declared mandatory by the state.
I personally find this fascinating because i've said before that i could not give less a shit if he does not come, yet he keeps coming back.
A part of me likes that.
Maybe he's coming to see me..
"no im just entertaining myself with unreasonable thoughts", I say out loud.
As if being summoned,he walks in with a grin on his face, " long time no see azalia", I snort and ignore his use of my first name as if we are friends.
He sits down and i start with a simple question, "have you killed anyone lately?", as if i've said the maddest thing he looks at me with his hand over his chest and a "hurt" face, "my dear Azalia, do i seem like a murderous psychopath or are you still making me out to be one?"
He stands up and proceeds to sit on the couch positioned at the end of the room, I can't help but notice how tall and slim he is, snapping out of my thoughts I connect eyes with his mismatched green and brown eyes. Straightening my back i open my mouth, " or maybe your file tells me that you're a serial killer who just got out of prison for killing 3 people, my not so dear Clark", he looks at me with anger shifting in his eyes,
"She assaulted me, told everyone I assaulted HER and got both a lawyer and judge to side with her. I was simply ridding the world of evil people", now i will not say i do not agree with clark but i will say that there is absolutely no evidence that this happened.
Though I don't doubt this because Clark is too straightforward and confident with himself to lie about such a thing. "I believe you" I say after a moment of silence, i look up to see amusement and shock swirling around his eyes.
"We should be getting on with the session Mr.Madden, my time is valuable.", i start to pull out my notebook to begin the questions i ask every session.
The basic 'how have you been' or 'have you been adjusting into society', though I find those questions to lack personality and depth so i'll skip over them for today. "Have you gotten a job or partner yet?", a loud throaty chuckle bursts throughout the room and I find myself almost smiling knowing damn well that he couldn't find a legal job if his life depended on that very aspect.
"God, that was funny, but no. i have not found a job but that's most likely because i've been in prison since i was 20 for the murder of three people or y'know maybe i'm just not a good chef anymore", i smirk knowing how absurd my question was but over all content that he's becoming more comfortable speaking about the crime and his life.
And just as i was about to ask another important question, the timer decides to fuck up the only time i can talk to my most interesting patient. "Well, thats my cue to leave.", he says on his way to the door.
"Sadly, i was totally hoping to waste some more time with you, Goodbye Clark.'
"Goodbye,my dear Azalia", the door softly shutting behind him and as i get up to pack my bags i notice a small pink object on the couch.
An Azalea.
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Authors note !!!
hello guys just wanted to say that it's my first time writing a book so please let me know if i can improve on anything 🫶🏽
ALSOOOO i know longer chapters are sooo good but i myself am sooooo busy so please bare with me lovelies 😭
yours truly, D.W
