《The Thoughts That Weren't Suicidal》22 | Swinging Party
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My leg bounced up and down as Kris and I sat in the waiting room outside of Tabitha's office. Unlike me, who was practically rattling with nerves, Kris had this calm and almost excited look glazed over her. What kind of psycho gets excited about a therapy session? I'd rather die than have to do this twice a week. Then again, I'd rather die than do a long list of things.
Like live for instance.
"Adrianna?" The devil called out, opening the door to her office. Over the past few years, I've actually considered not calling Tabitha the devil. Mostly because I'm fairly certain that Tabitha is a worse person than he is.
"Come on Adri," Kris whispered to me, standing up from her seat.I stayed cemented in place for a few moments, and Kris paid me the courtesy of giving me a few moments to breathe and not pulling me up from my chair. However, the look she gave me before she got up told me that she will if she needs to.
I've made Kristina very aware of how much I strongly dislike Tabitha; she got a whole lecture about it on the car ride over. And because Kris is wholeheartedly Team Adri, if I don't like somebody, then she doesn't either. At the same time though, Kris knows that I can be just a tad unreasonable when it comes to my judge of character, so she's giving Tabitha a chance.
Which is fair because two weeks ago, I truly wanted to chop Kristina's head off, run over it in a monster truck and feed it to the alligators, but now I actually kind of enjoy her face. But this is worse-than-the-devil Tabitha we're talking about here. She doesn't deserve any chances.
Don't worry Adri, Kris isn't stupid; She'll see how terrible that woman is. What if she doesn't though; what if she just thinks that I'm crazy? Well, this wouldn't be the first time that has happened.
I unenthusiastically followed behind Kris as she greeted Tabitha.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you! You must be Adrianna's friend. I'm Tabitha." Just the sound of her voice makes me want to jump off a cliff. Preferably one with a lot of sharp spikes at the bottom.
"I'm Kristina, but you can call me Kris." Kris returned the greeting with just a hint of falsetto that made my heart swell. No one knows how to be Team Adri like Kris does.
If Tabitha had heard Kris's falsetto, she ignored it and then turned her attention towards me.
"It's nice to see you Adrianna." Do you know what would be nice? If you just spontaneously burst into flames. That'd be great.
I grunted in response and rolled my eyes, looking away from her. The last thing that I'm ever going to do is be polite to Tabitha.
Or at least that's what I thought, until Kris delivered a light smack to my right thigh, and turned around to give me a small glare. I threw it right back at her, but I heard her message loud and clear.
I rolled my eyes and gave Tabitha a dull stare."Nice to see you too," I responded with the least amount of emotion that I could muster.
Kris seemed pleased with it though, and this time gave my thigh a small squeeze of appreciation. I rolled my eyes in response, but then gave her a small smile when she wasn't looking.
My body has given up on trying to hide the fact that seeing Kris happy makes me happy. Of course, Kris can never know this though or else she'll never let me live it down.
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When I looked back up at Tabitha over Kris's shoulder, I saw that her eyes were bouncing between Kris and me with a calculating gaze.
There's an encyclopedia worth of things that Tabitha can do to me, solely because she is my psychiatrist. She can tell my parents to lock me in my room for a week because I'm "unsafe for society". She can ban me from flying with my family for Christmas vacation because she doesn't trust me with the airport crowd. She can send me away to the psych ward, without giving me a warning.
But what she will not do is try and figure out and dissect what Kris and I have going on. I'm not even sure what we have, but I know that it's something that I want and I know that everything Tabitha touches in my life turns to dust. For once, I have something good and Tabitha is not going to take that away from me.
"Let's get this over with," I muttered, brushing past both Kris and Tabitha to walk into the hallway. The faster I get this over with, the faster that Kristina is out of Tabitha's grip.
It is overwhelmingly depressing that I am almost certain that I could find the way to Tabitha's office while walking backward and wearing a blindfold. I know exactly how many grey, carpeted squares to take. I could tell you every detail of the paintings on the wall because they're the same ones that have been up since I was five.
Most people enjoyed a change in scenery; it keeps things lively and fresh. But Tabitha wants me empty and cold, so empty and cold Tabitha's office is.
When we all arrived in the room, I immediately dashed for the chair that sat in the furthest corner away from Tabitha's desk. It used to sit next to the other chair in front of her desk, but because I move it every time I come, we've come to a mutual agreement to just leave it here.
Kris looked around the room for a while before sitting in the one the seat in front of Tabitha. She sat there for a while before her eyes scanned the room confused. When her eyes fell on me, she gave an amused glare.
"Adri, come and sit by me. If you don't we're not getting Sebastio's later." She threatened teasingly, crossing her arms over her chest. I glared at her, unamused at the jab.
It's a dangerous game to threaten a girl's pizza. Especially a homicidal girl who is about to go through a torture sentence. I don't care who it is, if they stop me from getting Sebastio's after this, they will not be waking up tomorrow.
How lucky they would be.
I sighed dramatically before standing up and dragging the seat so that it sat next to Kris. She gave me a large and obnoxious smile, pulling the seat as close to her as possible. I gave her a flat look and plopped down in the seat next to her with my arms crossed over my chest.
Kris just ignored the attitude and threw her arm across the back of the chair. I'd be lying if I said that the gesture isn't comforting. Even though she isn't directly touching me, I felt safer just because of the lack of distance between us.
Somebody remind me to get a leash for my emotions.
If I reminded you to do that, that would mean no more time with Kris. With no emotions around that wouldn't really be a problem. I'd still have emotions, so it'd be a problem for me. You'd get over it. You're so inconsiderate. I suggest you leave before the crazy lady enters the room. I thought that she was already here.
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Tabitha walked into the room, and her eyes immediately trained on Kris and me, but more specifically me and my chair. I glared at her, silently daring her to say something. Her silence on the topic of Kris was the only thing keeping me from slitting her throat right now.
No one gets to torment Kris but me.
"So Adri, how do you like your new school?" Tabitha asked as she closed the door.
I shrugged and did my best to ignore the smirk that Kris was giving the side of my head. I could lie and say that it's the worst thing ever and that I hate it there, but Kris would know that I'm lying and I'd hate to give her the satisfaction.
"It's fine," I decided, responding curtly.
"I see that you've made some friends." She answered, smiling at Kris and I all but growled. "Have you made any other ones?"
I'm hesitant to give her any names or details because that means she knows who they are and that she'll take them away from me, and then I'll lose the first real friends that I've ever had.
But on the other hand, if I don't answer, Kristina won't buy me Sebastio's.
"Yes," I answered, deciding that was enough detail.
"Do you want to tell me about them?" Tabitha pressed, knowing good and well that I didn't.
I opened my mouth to tell her just that, but Kris being Kris read my mind and flicked my shoulder as a mild warning. I flicked her back just as hard but decided to answer the question.
"There's Jasper, Adam, Bella, and Zoё as well." Tabitha's face morphed into shock as soon as I said Jasper's name, but I ignored it and continued. "Jasper and Adam are twins. They're pretty funny together." A faint smile, ghosted my lips as I thought of the two.
"There's Bella who's an absolute doll. She's really nice to everyone and treats me like a real human being. Zoё is super relaxed and laid back in the best way. She keeps everybody's stress levels down." I finished and saw Kris nodding in the corner of my eye, agreeing with my descriptions of them.
"That's great! And no one has been bothering you, correct?" She asked slowly and Kris scoffed, while I shot her an amused look.
"I'm pretty sure if anybody tried to, Kris would break their arms," I answer, glancing at Kris when I spoke her name. Kris gave me a wide smile, gazing at me with eyes that she really shouldn't be with Tabitha in the room, but Kris didn't seem to really care.
"I don't know if I'd break their arms, per se. I would like to graduate high school, but yeah. Something like that." Kris corrected, trying to take the homicidal edge out of my answer, but the way she was beaming at me told me that she didn't mind one bit.
At this point, Tabitha's smile looked almost forced, but because she's a master liar, she was able to keep her composure.
"Well, that's...great." She finally said after a worrisome amount of beats." Are you and Kris together?"
I couldn't contain the laughter that immediately burst past my lips at the question. It's such a ridiculous question to ask, considering how Kristina and I didn't know the answer ourselves and yet, here she is, sitting with me at therapy. I also couldn't fathom how that was at all important to Tabitha's head dissection.
My laughter continued to bubble out until I turned towards Kristina and noticed the troubled frown on her face. My laughter died in less than a second.
I sighed quietly before leaning over towards Kris, placing my lips close to her ear.
"Kris, don't take me so seriously. You know that I want you. Please don't be upset." I whispered, placing a small kiss under her ear when I finished. I pulled back to see her facial expression, which was now a little brighter and a lot less creased, and I consider that a job well done.
I turned back towards Tabitha to give her her answer, to find her watching Kris and me with very intrigued eyes. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her because I've already made Kris upset and I didn't want to make it worse by not behaving.
"No. Not yet." I responded, and then there was a twinkle in her eyes. The kind of twinkle that meant something evil was coming.
"That's...great but..." Tabitha's pauses did nothing to ease my worries. I really hope that I'm not going to have to stab her right now. That'd be unfortunate. "...Adrianna, don't you remember the last time-"
"Do you want to die?" I immediately interrupted her, standing up. That has to be it.
The only reason that she would bring her up with Kris in the room is because she's dying for me to strangle her with my bare hands. She must have a death wish.
But that's okay because I have one too, so I can totally understand and I would love to be the one to put her out of her misery.
"Adrianna." She warned, reaching under her desk.
Instantly my blood ran cold, and tears welled in my eyes. No, no, no. Not this again. Not so soon.
My body begins to curl itself into a ball and then the sounds of pain wretch themselves from my throat. The startled animal sounds start to project from my body as it continues to go into shut down mode.
It's as if the walls have begun to collapse and all of the rubble is now falling on top of me and only me. It's like the walls have begun to collapse and all of the rubble is falling on top of me and only me. I can hear people screaming and shouting, but for some reason, I feel like I'm the only one who can hear them. They are screaming for me to leave, to just run away. They are all so scared of this catastrophic earthquake.
Because everything that they know is falling apart.
"Adri, Adri pay attention to me." Kris's soft whispers broke through the chaotic screaming. I whimpered reaching out for her voice, but someone was trying to stop her.
"Don't touch her. She won-"
Kris ignored Tabitha's warning and I was grateful because it feels so nice to have Kris's arms and scent around me. It's like her hands are putting everything back together, and the shaking is beginning to settle.
"Kris, I need to-"
"Get that the fuck away from her."
"But-"
"Get out!" I screamed for Kris, clasping my arms tightly around her.
I hear faint footsteps walking away from me, and then the door shut. It is then that the tsunami comes, and all of the tears end up washed up on Kris's shirt. Kris doesn't seem to mind though. She accepts and encourages them. Welcomes them with that soothing sound of sweet nothings that the voices desperately need to hear.
It is then that I realized something that I would've been extremely reluctant to admit a week ago, but am now ready to scream from the top of all of the mountains with the loudest megaphone in the world.
I love her.
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