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Date Posted：08/13/2016 13:18 PMCopy HTML
Psyche is sitting in an office-type room by herself. She awkwardly looks around at the books and other assorted items on the walls. A charcoal grey chaise lounge is to her left, looking rather menacing to her. She sighs quietly, something she's noticed herself doing a lot more recently. She never used to sigh so much. She crossed her hands together, placing them on her lap over her jeans as she waited. A woman finally stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She was extremely tall and very thin. Thinner than Psyche, even, but still with feminine curves to her body. She wore a black pencil skirt with a white tucked in blouse. Her dark hair was up in a tight bun and her black heels clicked against the wood floor. She adjusted the glasses on her face as she approached Psyche, who stood up. The heigh difference was insane. She was at least 6'2", if not more. The woman held her hand out, which Psyche took, the two shaking.
Woman: "Hello there. My name is Dr. Fairhaven. But you can call me Nancy, if you'd like. You must be Psyche. Very peculiar name, hm?"
Psyche's eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but she shook it off.
Psyche: "Uhh... Yeah. Psyche Devyne. Lovely to meet you."
Nancy's eyebrows raised, a small creeping onto her face.
Nancy: "Your accent is beautiful. England?"
Psyche: "Yes. London area."
Nancy: "That's fantastic. Please. Have a seat. Now what brought you to America?"
Nancy sat down just after Psyche had, smiling at her new patient.
Psyche: "Work, really. Always loved it here, though. Used to visit a lot when I was younger."
Nancy: "Oh? And who brought you?"
Psyche: "My father. He'd come here for business trips. I'd come out with him and explore. He'd take me to watch wrestling."
Nancy: "And where is your father now? Still in England?"
Psyche's head dropped instinctively. She frowned and watched her fingers fiddle with the edge of her shirt.
Psyche: "No... My father passed away in January. It's just my mum now. She lives in England."
Nancy: "I'm really sorry to hear that. You were obviously very close with your father. Did it effect you in a large way?"
Psyche: "Yes. Very much so. I had a very rough time dealing with it. Still do at times. It's very difficult when I realize he's not there with my mother. Knowing I can't ask her to put him on the phone or seeing him cleaning up in the background of a Skype video. It's hard. I really miss him. He gave me every little boost I needed to be where I am today. Without him, I'd probably have gone in a completely different direction in life."
Nancy: "Wow. He definitely had an impact. And do you speak with your mother often?"
Psyche: "Definitely. Before as well. I speak to her every day."
Nancy nodded. She pulled out a notebook from her desk and began to write in it.
Nancy: "Oh... do you mind if i write down what we talk about? Writing helps me to understand everything I need to about you."
Psyche: "No, no. Go on."
Nancy smiled and scribbled a few things into the book.
Nancy: "Now I'd like to get into some more about your past, but first, let's determine why you're here in the first place. Fill me in on the issues you're facing."
Psyche: "Oh... Well I've been blacking out a lot lately. I'm not quite sure how to explain it. I'd never blacked out before. Not like this. Maybe passing out, which would be normal with drinking when partying and such. But this is different. I do things when I black out. At first, it was when I drank a bit more than normal a couple weeks back. I chalked it down to that the next few times. But the last few times, I haven't drank. I've been doing things I can't remember doing."
Nancy: "Like what?"
Psyche: "I've started fights with people I never had any reason to fight with. I apparently get angry. I've seen video of myself acting out. Doing things I don't remember doing. The most recent being the other day. I made a video and... it was rather disturbing. I broke a window in my hotel room and got myself half way through the window. I was at least 15 floors up."
Nancy: "Oh my goodness."
Psyche: "I guess I snapped out of it or something. Forgot I video'd the whole thing."
Nancy: "That is... quite concerning. Do you have video of this?"
Psyche nodded.
Nancy: "I'd like to review it. Is there a way you could link it to me?"
Psyche: "Uhh... yeah. I could email you the link to it, I'm sure."
Nancy: "Yes. Thank you."
Nancy wrote some more things in the notebook while Psyche sat watching.
Nancy: "Has anything triggered this? Any loss? Any major change in your life? Did you black out as a child? Is it something within the family?"
Psyche: "I... uh... Something recently happened, but it's hardly enough to trigger something like this. Just a recent breakup. We were only together for five months. That's, I guess, when it started? But I don't see a connection..."
Nancy: "Sometimes it could be something that builds up over time. Maybe this breakup was the key to unlocking whatever was being held back."
Psyche: "That just sounds silly. There must be something else. This isn't in the family or anything."
Nancy: "Well maybe the referral Dr. Skupsky recommended for an fMRI would be a good idea... My recommendation would help for sure, but I'd also like to continue seeing you. I want to get deeper into your mind. Would you be willing to do that?"
Psyche: "Yes, yes! Anything to figure out what's going on. I want this gone. I want to find out what it is so I can get rid of it."
Nancy nodded.
Nancy: "Well we still have a few more minutes in this session. How about we go through a few more things about your past."
Psyche: "Sure..."
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Well I guess I'll say I'm not shocked by any means. I was right about you. About what you'd say. Bring up my relationships as if you know what you're talking about. Talk about my actions as of late as if it is your business what is going on in my life. Fun fact... my life is not your business or anyone else's. You want to know what's 'wrong' with me? Look in the mirror. You're what's wrong with me. You and everyone else around here. Butting in to other people's business like it belongs to you. truth is, nothing belongs to you. The win you claim you'll get? That doesn't belong to you either.
But woooooowwwwww. Clap, clap, fucking clap. Good for you, love. You said some words in... not even a good German accent. You bored us to death on a history lesson we've all been subjected to, minus a few inbreds here and there. I mean... 99.9% of the time, I didn't even know what you said. So... good job on wasting people's time? Not to mention probably making them more stupid having had to listen to you ramble on.
By the way... just because ancestors did something, doesn't mean their kin will do or believe the same years later.
Now we all know the outcome from history. So... in the end... Was is really smart to compare yourself to the losing side and then claim that you'll defeat me? Inevitable that you lose if we are going by history. As much as you'd like for it to change, history stays the same. So, in theory, you will lose forever. Because you're sticking to your new Nazi title. Great choice, love. Really great choice.
But let's not dwell on this Britain versus Germany bullshit you were on about.
The other thing I found to be completely hilarious in your incoherent babbling was that you think I'm fucked up and there's something wrong with me. Funny, coming from you. Didn't you run from a whole bunch of places, crying about losses? 'They don't see my potential! Boo hoo! I'll just go cry in a corner for a while. Maybe they'll forget how fucking terrible I was when I come back in a few months. Maybe if I try to be a badass clown, they'll forget. Maybe if I come up with some kind of troubled past, they'll forget. Maybe if I commit to going to ICP concerts, I can blend in with the Juggalos and we can be a happy, dysfunctional family. Maybe if I walk around with a bat in my hand, people will take me seriously and ignore my trash wrestling skills.'
I've got problems... but sweetheart... I think you're trying much to hard to get people to believe you have them as well.
Do you think it's glamorous to be fucked up? It really isn't.
Did you even lose your boyfriend, husband, whatever the fuck he was? Or is that fake too?
You've already said it yourself... You're fake as they come.
Like I've said before... make your claims. But you don't know the outcome until the end. You may pretend you do. You may pretend like you will be the only one to do damage. But guess what? I'll hurt you too. You've only been back for one match. Being overly confident is your thing... but is it something to hold on to? I predict... and I mean predict... that your streak ends. And not in a few matches. Very soon. And when that happens, what will you do? Run away crying again? Maybe this time it will be the creepy dude who follows you around that dies so that you can add to your 'tortured past' next time you come back. Or maybe... you can finally join the Juggalo circus and be at one with your kin. Here's crossing fingers that that ends up being the end. I wouldn't want to see you back after that. Your new gimmick would have to be coming to the ring in full face paint dragging your stillborn baby behind you on a leash. But don't forget the face paint for the baby too. Can't forget that.
By the way... It's 'couldn't care less'. 'Could' implies there is room to care less about a subject. I guess we're both Nazi's now, huh? Grammar. Learn it. That or proofread your 140 character tweets. It's not hard. They're not that long.
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