Cammi POV

They took me to the fucking crazy place and took my cameras away, also breaking into my guest house/ room and looking at all of the footage in my room. Do you know how much porn I had on my computer? Well, whatever. I was fucking pissed.

They also told me that I had to go see a shrink before I released back into school, and then have to repeatedly go back to a certain one they would pernamently assign me. The fuck.

I sat in the first therapist's office playing with my tongue piercing in my mouth. People think that therapists are totally sane in the mind and that they can't be cracked. I know that I can prove that wrong.

Those fuckers gave me my cameras back and I set one up behind me on the bookshelf.

"So I saw you requested to record our session." He pointed toward the red light.

"Cunt." I mumbled.

"How have you been feeling, Camille?" The balding, skinny man asked.

"Cunt." I simply repeated.

"Umm... the female gentalia doesn't really phase me... I am acrually quite pleased by it."

"Cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt..." I said over and over again.

"Are you acting out because that camera is on?" He was furious. "Because I will turn it off right now!"

"Cunt cunt cunt..."

"YOU'RE THE FUCKING CUNT!"

We were both silent, even though I wanted to burst into laughs.

"Cunt." I whispered.

"Okay. I am done." He threw his arms up in surrender.

He took a piece of paper wrote me a note so I could go back to school.

I snatched it out of his hands.

"Cunt."

Notes

Andy's coming up soon guys jus waittt