Alessa Gillespie (heretic_saint) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-03-05 01:31:00 |
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Who: Alessa Gillespie and NPC Therapist
What: Alessa goes to her first therapy session.
When: Yesterday, March 3rd in the late afternoon.
Where: Random Mental Clinic
Rating: PG-13
Status: Log: Complete
Alessa was seated in a commonplace padded chair of black color facing an older looking man seated in a much larger, probably more comfortable looking chair. For the record there had been silence in the room for the past five minutes. Ten minutes ago Alessa had entered the office; five minutes ago the therapist had asked her why she had come here. Truth be told Alessa was scared to tell this person. People that she knew; or thought she knew had shunned her; told her that she was dangerous; and to stay away from people. All because she expressed grievance for her mother being gone.
For five minutes she stayed silent, chewed on her thumbnail, and looked around at the room. The therapist coughed, "Miss Gillespie?"
Alessa looked at him and gave a questioning "huh?"
He grabbed her folder and looked over the information that she had provided earlier. "It says here that you recently attempted to commit suicide. When was this?"
The woman sighed, "About five days ago. It didn't work." She stopped speaking, looking at the man for his next little question.
"I see, and what did you do?"
Alessa swallowed, her eyes now looking at the floor as she tried to figure out how to explain it. "I...I got someone to shoot me in the head." She looked up at him wondering how he would respond to that. Not as expected, the therapist didn't seem too surprised, but he didn't look completely calm either.
"Shoot you in the head. Do you think you could explain that to me?" he asked.
She sighed, "I have these abilities. Abilities I had ever since I was born. I can...control a person's mind, control their thoughts, make them do what I want. I made this man shoot me; right here." Alessa pointed to the spot where the man had shot her. This caused the therapist to jot something down.
"I see that it didn't do any extensive damage. Is that another one of your abilities?"
"My internal organs can't be damaged; they heal. I can receive damage on the outside, but I always heal from anything life threatening." She gazed at the wall, looking completely bored out of her mind.
"What was going on in your mind when that happened?"
She said nothing for a while, only breaking the silence when she grew bored of being silent. "My mom was sent back. Made the mistake of telling people. They called me a crack head, and said I was going to start killing people."
"Do you think they would have a reason to believe something like that?"
She proceeded to explain about the time when her mother performed a ritual that split her soul in half; the good side being trapped, and the remaining side being told to kill. She explained how she killed people. How she tortured and killed people. How she would kill them just with a thought. How she had tortured certain people. "...when I was returned to normal; I felt an extreme amass of guilt, but I was told it wasn't my fault. That I had no control of my actions. Then I express grief over my mom, and people tell me that I'm going to start killing again."
Alessa shifted in the seat, and sucked in a breath. There was silence. "Miss Gillespie, do you, right now believe that you are a danger to yourself or to others?"
Alessa scoffed, "I can't kill myself, so I'm no danger to myself. As for people? I don't want to kill anyone. Not now, not anymore. That part of me that did that? They refuse to understand that she...I was being controlled, and those thoughts were amplified." There was a pause before Alessa started to cry.
"To make it even worse, I can't even be around my best friend...because it's a fact that I'm going to just kill her! I can't...said I have to permanently fix what's wrong with me, and I don't know how to do it; save for killing myself!"
The man handed her some tissues, which Alessa accepted gladly. He wrote down some more notes. "Where are you staying at now?"
"With my boyfriend."
"Do you feel safe with him?"
"He's the only one who hasn't judged me, or pissed me off. I'm going to live with him for a while."
The session continued, and ended ten minutes later. He wanted to see her again in a week. She left the office not feeling all that much better; and he looked over his notes.
She was going to be a difficult case.