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“AGAIN???”
Frankie was sitting across from his therapist, who was shaking her head. He didn’t understand why she was so worked up. She doesn’t really give a shit about him; she just wants that stupid paycheck.
“I don’t see what the problem is” Frankie shrugged off,
His therapist sighed, “F after F after F, you’re skipping most of your classes and now you punched someone in the eye??” She pinched her nose and looked at her poster saying KEEP CALM AND DON’T TAKE DRUGS “The problem is I’m worried about you Frankie, you’ve clearly been lying to me”
He looked at her with feelings of annoyance. He’s never been that smart, but he’s been especially dumber nowadays. Maybe it was his depression, or maybe it was because both of his friends aren't here, but he’s definitely been getting worse.
“I-I’ve not been lying I promise” He lies
“Really,” She says as she pull out a large pile of files “Listen Frankie, I can help you but you have GOT to tell be the truth”
Bullshit He hears a girl say She can’t help you. She doesn't know shit.
Frankie looks around him. He can’t see anyone else. So where is that voice from?
“Did you hear that?” Frankie said to his therapist.
She looked at him with a very concerned face. “No….. What did you hear?”
“Nothing, It's fine.”
She quickly writes something down before asking him something
“Why did you punch Jenna in the face?”
Shit He thinks I hoped she forgot about that
The truth is that over the past year he’s been getting more easily pissed. After Alice and Danny went, he had no friends, no joy, no reason to keep living. Jenna was in the theater club along with him. He had the main role. But what's the point in doing that play if there's no reward? He started skipping practices and not talking to any of the people there. They didn’t give a fuck about him anyways. Then his grades started going down hill and his teachers started “Worrying about him” so they sent him to the therapist. She doesn't understand shit but at least he can get out of lessons. When he was walking to his last lesson he accidentally bumped into Jenna. He continued walking until Jenna screamed at him.
“What is your problem?” Frankie stopped and looked back at her, with a really pissed look.
“What the fuck do you mean?”
“SERIOUSLLY? Frankie, you’ve been skipping practices even though you have the MAIN ROLE, you just straight up won’t talk to any of us and if you’re just being a dickhead, and you pushed me over and didn’t even say sorry. You’ve become a total douchebag.”
Frankie knew what she wasn’t lying, but he could never admit that.
“What? Do you really think I care about some stupid play?” Frankie said. Jenna looked like her heart just shattered "It's such a corny and stupid play it makes me sick. Do you really think I wanted to do it?”
“Why did you audition then?”
“My friends told me too”
Jenna rolled her
“Oh yes of course it was them.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Your ‘friends’. They’re the reason you’ve been such a pussy.”
“Shut.Up”
“Oh yes I’m the big loser when both of your friends are gone. You know, maybe this entire time the reason they’re both gone is because they didn’t want to be your friend. Maybe your the pro-”
Before she could finish, Frankie had punched her in the face, knocking her glasses of and giving her a black eye.