Whatever Happened To Whatsername?, chapter 10
The next morning, I heard the door creak open.
"Fuck off!" I said, but the door just kept opening.
"I said..." then I looked up, and there was this guy in the room, he looked like he had been crying all night, just like me.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," I replied.
"Well I couldn't help noticing that in your file it said that you are in the same situation as me," he said.
"What situation? Oh about the whole weird rapist guy and all that?" I replied.
"Yeah, that guy was my dad, I hate him so much I hope he fucking dies and goes to fucking hell and burns!" he said. Then there was an awkward silence, it lasted for about five minutes, he stood there, while I lay in my bed, we just stared at each other, then he just walked out the door and I heard him running down the hallway.
I went back to sleep, and soon after someone else was knocking on my door, so I slowly raised myself up only to see it was one of the carers here at the orphanage. She handed me a bundle of papers and I could see by the look on her face that she wanted me to fill them out, so I did, handed them back and she went out. The papers had questions on them like "What is your favourite food?" and things like that. Also the lady had left a piece of paper they're saying that my counselling session was at 12 noon, which was in less then 10 minutes. I don't know why I had to go to the counsellor, probably because they thought this whole ordeal had screwed up my head. The last time I went to a counsellor, I swore at them and told them to fuck off, because I didn't feel like talking to them, and telling them my secrets, who the fuck do they think they are doing that?
When midday struck I went to the reception area, and asked where the counsellor's office was, and it turned out the receptionist was, in fact, the counsellor. She told me to go and wait in the chair while she just finalised some papers, I could see through the window that the papers were about me.
At 12:30 the counsellor/receptionist came out of the office and took me down the hallway and into a small room, she sat down, introduced herself and then we started the 'session'.
"So how do you feel?" she said,
"Pretty good, knowing that my whole family is screwed in the head, and that my mother and father is dead! How about you?" I said sarcastically.
"I'm good," she said. What an idiot she was.
"I'm going," I said, "I don't want to sit here and listen to you babble on about my feelings and what's happened to me! Just leave me alone!"
So I got up out of my chair and walked out the door, I saw that boy who had come into my room early this morning, I gave him a little wave, and continued to storm off down the corridor and out the front door into the street. That boy followed me out and eventually caught up with me.
"Sorry about this morning," he said,
"Its ok! I was feeling kinda' pissed off," I replied. We eventually went onto an in-depth conversation about life and who we were and everything, he seemed really nice, and pretty much destroyed by what happened to him. There was some sort of connection between him and I, I don't know what though. Eventually we became best friends, and we got through life pretty much relying on each other. Our previous lives were over, and we had started a whole new chapter of our lives.
"Fuck off!" I said, but the door just kept opening.
"I said..." then I looked up, and there was this guy in the room, he looked like he had been crying all night, just like me.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," I replied.
"Well I couldn't help noticing that in your file it said that you are in the same situation as me," he said.
"What situation? Oh about the whole weird rapist guy and all that?" I replied.
"Yeah, that guy was my dad, I hate him so much I hope he fucking dies and goes to fucking hell and burns!" he said. Then there was an awkward silence, it lasted for about five minutes, he stood there, while I lay in my bed, we just stared at each other, then he just walked out the door and I heard him running down the hallway.
I went back to sleep, and soon after someone else was knocking on my door, so I slowly raised myself up only to see it was one of the carers here at the orphanage. She handed me a bundle of papers and I could see by the look on her face that she wanted me to fill them out, so I did, handed them back and she went out. The papers had questions on them like "What is your favourite food?" and things like that. Also the lady had left a piece of paper they're saying that my counselling session was at 12 noon, which was in less then 10 minutes. I don't know why I had to go to the counsellor, probably because they thought this whole ordeal had screwed up my head. The last time I went to a counsellor, I swore at them and told them to fuck off, because I didn't feel like talking to them, and telling them my secrets, who the fuck do they think they are doing that?
When midday struck I went to the reception area, and asked where the counsellor's office was, and it turned out the receptionist was, in fact, the counsellor. She told me to go and wait in the chair while she just finalised some papers, I could see through the window that the papers were about me.
At 12:30 the counsellor/receptionist came out of the office and took me down the hallway and into a small room, she sat down, introduced herself and then we started the 'session'.
"So how do you feel?" she said,
"Pretty good, knowing that my whole family is screwed in the head, and that my mother and father is dead! How about you?" I said sarcastically.
"I'm good," she said. What an idiot she was.
"I'm going," I said, "I don't want to sit here and listen to you babble on about my feelings and what's happened to me! Just leave me alone!"
So I got up out of my chair and walked out the door, I saw that boy who had come into my room early this morning, I gave him a little wave, and continued to storm off down the corridor and out the front door into the street. That boy followed me out and eventually caught up with me.
"Sorry about this morning," he said,
"Its ok! I was feeling kinda' pissed off," I replied. We eventually went onto an in-depth conversation about life and who we were and everything, he seemed really nice, and pretty much destroyed by what happened to him. There was some sort of connection between him and I, I don't know what though. Eventually we became best friends, and we got through life pretty much relying on each other. Our previous lives were over, and we had started a whole new chapter of our lives.
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