Who: Kayden and Star. Type: Thread. Where: Shrink's Office. When: April 24th. Around Midday. What: Kayden's regular trip to therapy turns out to be not so regular after all. Warning: TBD, so far language. Status: In Progress.
Chester’s words rang through Kayden’s mind the longer he sat there in that all too familiar, all too void of personality waiting room. Do you think you’re seeing something real or do you think you’re hallucinating? That was the million dollar question wasn’t it? His own answer rang out clear inside of his mind, it didn’t matter either way, Kaydence Wilde saw what he saw and that was that, real or not, whether people believed him or not, he was still stuck visiting this shithole for pretty much the rest of his measly mortal life, it was either that or a life lived out within a padded cell, he knew which once he preferred, if the world was just as fucked up as he was there was no way in hell he was ever going to be just another sitting duck in an off white straight jacket. Oh he could play the crazy as well as the best of them, he’d done his research, he’d done his time, but whether or not it was play and nothing more, he was still yet to decide, deep down he knew the truth, he always had but ignorance was bliss after all, and this way at least he got the drugs that helped him sleep at night.
Dressed in a pair of impossibly tight fitted black jean and his usual old black tee, one leg folded over the other Kaydence bounced his right foot up and down impatiently, his eyes fixed upon the plastic clock hanging upon the wall directly opposite him. It reminded him of the clocks in school classrooms, cheap, plastic and durable even against teenage delinquents. You’d think that for a the most high paid therapist in Boston they’d invest in something with a little more class but no, of course every penny made went to further the shrinks plastic face, maybe she was hoping to achieve a Barbie-esq appearance wasn’t that why people when through such drastic surgery to change their faces, personally Kay found the Barbie appearance boring as fuck and frankly, rather disgusting, what on earth could possibly be appealing about every chick looking the same, same lips, same nose, same dumb as fuck platinum blonde hair. “Bitch better not be charging me for the hour she’s making me wait.” He grumbled out beneath his breath, his hazel glare turning from the godforsaken ugly clock to the generic no smoking sign just below it. Yep, it was officially, this wait was either meant to kill him or drive him further unto madness.