|Gardening with Doctor Frankenstine (standard:drama, 707 words)|
|Author: BlindAngel||Added: Mar 20 2001||Views/Reads: 2092/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|About a teenager who reflects on past memories while in her pyschologist's office - feedback appreciated.|
"It was raining," Kate said and then paused and stared at the picture of kittens across from her as if it somehow contained life's secrets. More than raining, she thought, pouring, raining cats and dogs, coming down in sheets and I was sitting against a brick wall letting it wash over me as if..... "Kate?" "Sorry Doctor, what did you say?" "Nothing, I just wanted you to continue. You said it was raining, were you outside?" "Yeah, I was sitting against the far wall of my school out by the soccer field," Kate looked at the shrink and explained, "I was going out to have a cigarette; I was waiting for the rain to stop." Kate fumbled with the fabric at the hem of her faded Levis. "He drove by, Michael, Michael drove by. Offered me a lift, I was cold and it was raining, so I got in." Mistake number one, outside in rain. Mistake number two, got in 35 year old's car... well so far so good. He took me back to his apartment. "Here," Michael said handing me a towel, "Can I help you out of those wet clothes?" He had smiled, or smirked and pushed my long hair back behind my ear before he kissed me... Doc cleared her throat. "Did you know Michael before this?" "Hmm? Oh, um, yeah. Well I guess not really. I had met him at this party once." Kate paused," Excuse me, why am I here? I don't really want your help, nor do I really need it. Yeah I slept with him, no he didn't force me....," Kate trailed off. Not at first. I let him kiss me, I'll never deny that. Everything afterwards gets a little blurry. The beer, the black eye... which came first? He had tried to take off my shirt and I had pushed his arms away. "I can manage thanks," I had mumbled that, or something close and he kissed me again as he fumbled with my zipper. I pushed him again and he shrugged before walking away. When I went into the other room, he was sitting on his couch and I joined him now clad in a pair of his shorts and one of his shirts. He handed me a beer. After that beer and another he kissed me again and pushed me down on the couch, somehow when I pushed him away I fell back on to the couch and my eye began to swell. Kate looked around the office, This place would make you crazy even if you weren't already. Three clocks, one on the junktique end table next to her was upside down. One on the desk across from her was sideways. The last was on a filing cabinet to her left and it was right side up. The couch and its matching easy chair counterpart looked like great bundles of dead roses and this pattern seemed to spill over to the wallpaper as it crept up the walls in an effort to take over the room. Gardening with Dr. Frankenstine "Ok so, this is what happened. He picked me up, took me to his apartment, screwed me and then took me back." Kate took a breath," Anything else you'd like to know?" I sound like a bitch. Fuckit. She doesn't really care, she gets paid to hear me whine, so you know what? I'm not going to whine and she can get paid for hearing me bitch. "How do you feel, Kate?" I am slowly going crazy, one two three four five and six, slowly crazy am I going, six... "Fine the rain helped. He dropped he back at the school and it was still raining so I sat outside and let it bathe me. I felt dirty, but the rain helped and now I'm fine. I'm fine." She looked at the clock, time's up. Thank you for your time and attention. "I'll see you next week Kate" And the week after that and the week after that until you realize that I'm not crazy. You'll probably still keep seeing me after that though, because I'll still look sad and sad kids bring in more money than happy ones. "Goodbye Kate" Go to hell! "Goobye Doctor" Tweet
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