9

I was in the waiting room again.

I thought it would just go away and this would end but here i am at 11 am on a Tuesday... All alone.

"Ginavive Finch Dr. Wilson is ready for you"

I look over to see a rather tall and long nosed lady her name tag says "beth"

I nod as i follow though the doorway into the hall. The hallway has blinding white walls with little to no decorations and a dirty tile floor that hasn't looked swept in days

We make it to the office. a little false gold plack on the door reads "Dr. Wilson #9 " I shudder... Beth leaves me at the door to fend for myself. I come to terms that i have to be here and open the door

"Ginavive nice of you to come in"

I sit down, his walls are a dark grey with pictures of motivational quotes scattered all around, his desk a nice pine color he has a bowl of stress toys sitting in front of me. The bowl say take one on it so i reach out and grab a little ball with a smiley face on it

"So have you been taking your medication" his voice sounds cold.

"No"

"No?"

I nod.

"Why aren't you taking it?" His voice even colder.

I squeeze the smiley ball.

"I felt fake when i take them. Im not happy im not sad im just... Nothing"

"They were working?"

"Didn't feel like it"

My right leg starts bouncing uncontrollably. I let go of the grip of the stress ball to try to stop the leg, the ball falls on the harsh wooden floor.

"Well how has ur week been?"

The shrink says rather calming.

"The numbers are back again, there everywhere"

"We'll up the dosage on Quetiapine on the other hand how are you dealing with ur fear?"

"I found something that helps me calm down"

"What is it?"

"Killing the numbers"

I turn to look at my shrink who is nothing more than a giant 9.