Just another day in paradise (Marr)
Jun 22, 2014 14:17:33 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Jun 22, 2014 14:17:33 GMT -5
As I mention the psychologist Kyanite gets a little defensive. Less than I did though. I know I put up a bigger fight than her because she actually stops to think about my comment.
Her hand leaves mine telling me that I've probably gone too far. I'm getting better at reading her signs and emotions. I'm not totally oblivious to how she feels anymore.
"I thought you had to see them for a routine thing? Do.. you think I need to see them? I'm not... ill." She asks in a very insecure tone. Great, now I've done it.
"Yeah, I had to. it wasn't that bad. In and out basically."
I know the woman wants to hear a whole lot more from me than just what I've given her to clear me but I'm undecided whether I'll go back.
"You're not ill...just.." I search for the righ word but nothing comes to mind that she won't find offensive like all girls, so I opt for a joke.
"totally stupid." I hope my smile lets her know I'm joking. "no...no, but who knows maybe she can help, that's what she does for a living, you know."
"... perhaps, I should? Maybe they can help me get rid of him." I stop to look at her and nod.
"That would be good. He has no right to own you like he does."
I mean that. He's not even here but still she's afraid of him.
"You deserve to be happy."
There I am talking as if I'd actually think she can help anybody or see her as an option for me. Then again I imagine things.
"Who is this psychologist? I mean, did they, you know, judge you for anything when you went to see em?" Kyanite is trying to find out more about the woman I saw.
But this makes me a little uncomfortable because I don't like putting my cards on the table for her or anybody else...at least not the bad ones.
"She asked me how I was doing but didn't buy that I'm fine. She figured I'm good enough to go back to active duty."
I let my gaze wander over the hills ahead. The heat is visibly as a slight distortion ion the outlines of trees and bushes. Wiping my brow I add.
"She asked me to come back. I don't know what for though. It's done for me."
I rub the sore spot on my chest to add. "All it did was leave a mark but that'll fade and he's locked up."
Whether she wants it or not I take her hand again and pull her towards the shade of the trees to continue our path back home.
"You don't have to go, you know. I had to. You don't." Hopefully that will give her the impression that I don't think she's insane, just stressed by recent events.
Her hand leaves mine telling me that I've probably gone too far. I'm getting better at reading her signs and emotions. I'm not totally oblivious to how she feels anymore.
"I thought you had to see them for a routine thing? Do.. you think I need to see them? I'm not... ill." She asks in a very insecure tone. Great, now I've done it.
"Yeah, I had to. it wasn't that bad. In and out basically."
I know the woman wants to hear a whole lot more from me than just what I've given her to clear me but I'm undecided whether I'll go back.
"You're not ill...just.." I search for the righ word but nothing comes to mind that she won't find offensive like all girls, so I opt for a joke.
"totally stupid." I hope my smile lets her know I'm joking. "no...no, but who knows maybe she can help, that's what she does for a living, you know."
"... perhaps, I should? Maybe they can help me get rid of him." I stop to look at her and nod.
"That would be good. He has no right to own you like he does."
I mean that. He's not even here but still she's afraid of him.
"You deserve to be happy."
There I am talking as if I'd actually think she can help anybody or see her as an option for me. Then again I imagine things.
"Who is this psychologist? I mean, did they, you know, judge you for anything when you went to see em?" Kyanite is trying to find out more about the woman I saw.
But this makes me a little uncomfortable because I don't like putting my cards on the table for her or anybody else...at least not the bad ones.
"She asked me how I was doing but didn't buy that I'm fine. She figured I'm good enough to go back to active duty."
I let my gaze wander over the hills ahead. The heat is visibly as a slight distortion ion the outlines of trees and bushes. Wiping my brow I add.
"She asked me to come back. I don't know what for though. It's done for me."
I rub the sore spot on my chest to add. "All it did was leave a mark but that'll fade and he's locked up."
Whether she wants it or not I take her hand again and pull her towards the shade of the trees to continue our path back home.
"You don't have to go, you know. I had to. You don't." Hopefully that will give her the impression that I don't think she's insane, just stressed by recent events.
