Stick Sick

"I don't need to be here." I said looking at the doctor.
"oh?" She said looking up at me "why is that?"
"because I've got the whole world already telling me I've done it all wrong. I don't need a professional for that." I said.
"well then why don't I find out what you've done right." she asked slipping off her shoes and sitting cross legged across from me.
"it doesn't work like that. I've been around people like you for a long time. I know all your little tricks. They won't work." I said curling up. I counted subconsciously the amount of small stripes I took up. 58.
"Do you now?" She sarcastically asked.
"yes."
"then why are you here?" She paused and I looked confused "there is nothing keeping you here. Your mother isn't in the waiting room. I get paid either way. So what's keeping you here?"
i was frozen for a moment. Why?. "I..... I don't.... I don't know." I was confused.
"is it that you want to get better or is it something else?" She asked her gaze softened.
"i want someone to know it was not me who created this game. I just wanted to win." I said definitely.
"ok, then, tell me about this game." Shrink mode on I guess.
"the prettiest girl always gets the guy. I guess that thin was always pretty to me. To us. We needed to win against all of them. And so we tried. We needed to be thin." I explained the game in the vaguest detail possible.
"and how did this game start?" She asked
"well I don't know. I think it just popped up. But a time I guess would be the beginning. The beginning of the end was when I met her at 11:42 on Wednesday September second 2010." I said remembering every detail of that day.
"Who's her?" She asked taking notes
"Jennifer" I said my best friends name for the first time in a while.
"why did it start then?"
"the end always starts with the reason of the apocalypse. Right?"
"i guess. But what does that have to do with this game?"
"She thought she wasn't pretty. What did that make me? I just wanted to be pretty." I said
"but you are."
"now you sound like my parents and friends. But what good is everyone saying that your pretty when you and the person that matters most doesn't think that."
"jennifer didn't think you were pretty?" She asked misunderstanding what I said.
"no she did. But he didn't so whats the point of what she thought" I clarified
"he?" She was still taking notes
"yes he. Andy. He said that he didn't want to talk to me until I got better. But thats not going to happen. Not after what happened."
"what did happen?" She asked and I took a deep breath about to explain.

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