Chapitre 10: Session 1
After a couple hours worth of research, Emily had found a therapist who seemed more than qualified to speak to. He was an experienced therapist who was in his mid to late thirties. Because of her odd schedule, Emily was going to attend her first therapy session on her way from school on a Thursday;
She walked into a large office building with her headphones in her ears, and her hands in her pockets. She was wearing her casual school clothes- black spandex leggings, red and white checkered Vans, and a MARVEL sweatshirt. Her backpack was mostly empty, and her hair was straightened with a few of the front and side pieces tucked behind her right ear.
Emily took the elevator up to the fourth floor of the office building in search of room 324. She wondered through the halls a few different times before she came across a door that read "324 Dr. Pertana"
"Hello?" She said after knocking on the door 3 times.
"Come in." A soft voice said through the door. "Hi, Emily Mandozas?" it said.
"Y-yes. I'm Emily. Nice to meet you, Dr. Pertana." she replied.
"Oh." She chuckled as she looked down in her lap. "That's not my name. I intern for him. My name's Chloe Sanders. Well, you should probably call me doctor, but if 'Chloe' makes you more comfortable..." She smiled.
"Alright...Chloe." Emily walked through the door and gestured to the couch. "May I?"
"Of course. I'm just going to grab my notepad and pen, I will be with you in a minute."
"Yeah." Emily took out her earbuds, wrapped them around her phone, and placed it in her backpack which was now next to her feet on the right.
"So, Emily, may I call you Emily?" she looked up from her notepad. She was sitting in a desk chair with her tan legs crossed at the knees. She was wearing a light gray pencil skirt that seemed tight around her thighs. Her blouse looked like it was made of silk. It was maroon, and hung loosely from her chest, with an intricately woven lace border around the v-neck of the shirt. She wore a suit jacket the same color as her skirt over the tank top. Her hair was bright blond with brown roots. It was perfectly curled the whole way around her head, and had only three bobby pins on the left side to keep the hair from falling in her face. She had long, luscious eyelashes, and wore no other makeup. You could see that, like Emily, freckles covered her nose and cheeks.
"How old are you Emily?"
"Almost nineteen."
"Okay," She was speaking in the softest, kindest voice that Emily had ever heard, "and why are you attending therapy? Are you under any unusual stress? Did you go through a traumatic experience? Recently come out of a long relationship?"
"Well, the house that I had lived in almost all of my life had burnt down recently, and my grandfather died in the fire. My parents divorced when I was younger, my dad died in a car accident years ago, and because of the same accident, my mom was put in a coma. We put aside money every month so we can pay for the doctors to keep the machines on and for her to stay alive"
"You said 'we' instead of I. Do you live with someone, help take care of a loved one?"
"Yeah, I live with my grandma."
"Okay. Would you mind describing your current living conditions to me? I would like to try and put myself in your shoes."
"Sure..."
The session continued on for the next 40 minutes. Then, within the next few weeks, Emily had asked for more and more sessions. Most of which consisted of personal questions so that Chloe could understand Emily's situation.
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