Free The Prophecy by Desiree Deorto

all we'd get from it would be a bunch of cut and dry answers. That wouldn't really help anything, would it?”
    “ Aren't you the therapist? You're supposed to ask me how I'm feeling and all that crap. Maybe have me lie down on a couch, and tell you my childhood nightmares or something.” I was baffled. “I don't know how this is supposed to work. If you don't know either, then, obviously, this is a huge waste of time.” My anger started to build as I rose in agitation. He was a lunatic with a degree.
    “ Ha! So you don't know how this works, right?” He said, pouncing forward in his chair, like he just caught me in the act.
    “ Um, yeah, I don't.”
    “ And all you're basing your anxiety off of is what you've seen on T.V. or horror stories from people, right?”
    I slowly sat back down again. I hoped he had a point for all of this confusion. “Yeah. I don't see where you're going with this.”
    “ It's quite simple really. Before you walked in this office, you had a grudge against it without even knowing what it would be like or what would happen here. You've judged me and these sessions negatively. Thus, creating a negative outlook on it.”
    “ Still I don't see what that has to do with anything.”
    “ It has to do with this; if you think negatively about everything that goes on here, then we won't get anywhere, and we'll just be wasting time. I'll get paid regardless. There's really not much of a downfall for me. But, I'm one of those damned people who actually like to help, so I would feel bad.”
    “ Yeah, that makes me feel so much better about you taking my parents money.” I rolled my eyes, and felt myself start to relax.
    “ Glad we've got your feelings about that out there. Anyways, now that you've admitted out loud that you don't know squat about all of this and that you're judging in a negative way. Also, we've come to discover that with you knowing how you're seeing it that we won't get anywhere until you let go of the prejudices.”
    “ We did?”
    “ Yes.”
    “ When?” I rested my elbows on my knees as I leaned forward. This was beyond confusing. I hated feeling like an idiot.
    “ Just now. See how you are fully seated in the chair and leaning toward me? It shows that you're relaxed and paying attention. The fact that you're slightly slumped shows that you're comfortable with me and listening to me at the moment. And, you don't have that scared 'deer in headlights' look in your eyes anymore.” His laugh washed over me, making me feel oddly safe, comfortable.
    I contemplated what he said and realized that I was relaxed. The anger that always seemed to be just below the surface was slightly dissipated. “Huh, guess you're right.”
    “ Of course I am. I have diplomas and doctorates to prove that I'm right regardless.” His sarcasm had me smiling. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
    “ So, where do you want to begin?”
    “ At the beginning, of course.”
    “ Like, birth?”
    “ No. How did you get here? What started it all?”
    Then again, I've been known to be wrong. I tensed as the anger started to rise. “I don't like talking about that.”
    “ You know, I've read all the documents from the incident and talked to your psychologist back in California as well as talked to Rebecca,” I flinched slightly at the sound of her name. “What I haven't done though, is judged you or condemned you because of those facts.”
    “ I do not like to talk about it. It doesn't matter what you say or don't say, people always judge. Including you.” My anger was rising swiftly. I began to feel the darkness spread, like the toxin my life had become.
    “ So you're afraid to talk about it because you don't want people to judge you.”
    “ No! I'm not afraid to talk about it and people already do judge me. I don't like to talk about it because I don't have any answers to give!” I threw my arms out angrily then slumped back in my seat.
    “ How can you not have any answers when you were there?