❦ SESSIONS ❦ WITH ❦ GUNS❦

|A long road to go|

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"Please sit" I say to him as I sit down on the brown leather chair that I always use. The warden goes over to the other chair which is for the prisoners but as he isn't in chains nor is a prisoner and he isn't a patient I do hope it is all right. "Now, you wonder why I am here but can't figure out the reason, correct?" He asks me and I smile as I look down to the ground. "Yeah, it's not every day that I get a visit from the warden. Just to be sure, I still have my job?" I ask, hopeful.

He chuckles and then brushes a hand through his blonde hair that have hints of white strands but he pulls it off gracefully. "Dr. Russel make no mistake your job is safe, in fact that is why I am here. The patients that you have show great results when getting back into society and that is why I need you to take on another patient. One that none other have been able to handle. Your safety will of course be the top priority as he is known to attack-" He says but I put my finger up to stop him.

"I would love to take on another patient but I don't want detail. In order to do my job right as you say and I appreciate the compliment, I don't want to know anything about the patient" I tell him and he nods his head. Crossing my leg over the other hand, my eyes run over to the ring on my finger and a smile forms on my lips. "That is unusual yet I don't know what therapists do" He jokes and I let out a giggle. Standing up I walk over to my desk to open my laptop and pull up my schedule.

"How many sessions a week will he be having?" I ask him as I look at him and wait kindly. He leans forward in the chair. "Every day" He answers and I nod as I look over my schedule. Now that Mr. Hastings will be released and our sessions are over I do have time. "I can do every day between the time twelve to one but not on Wednesday, I'm fully booked then, will that be all right?" I ask him as I look over at him.

He stands up. "That will be perfect, Dr. Russell. I will see myself out. He will be coming in just a couple of minutes. Good day" The warden says and before I could even utter another word he has already walked out the door and closes it after him. I lightly shake my head as I start to add the new patient in my schedule, but I will have to change it later for I don't know his name. Looking at the clock I see that the clock is five minutes before twelve. Gathering my things and taking a clipboard and a paper and a pen I go to the table in between the two brown leather chairs.

I also take out a form like the one that Mr. Hastings took and a pencil and put it on the table. Only making sure that everything is ready for the new patient. Soon the clock strikes twelve and I wait. Sitting down after a couple of minutes pass and the clock is already seven minutes over twelve. A few minutes pass once more and I wait in the silence before a knock on the door and I stand up as the door opens.

Seven guards come in with a man in middle of them. At first glance I can only see his orange pantsuit but them while they're putting him in the chair and chaining him there, I see him. His messy dark brown hair that ruffles all around. His face is down but I can still see that on his fingers, neck and I think part of the face has tattoos that despite being something that I don't like but he somehow manages to pull it off. "The door will be closed but take this" A guard says to me and hands me a taser.

I look down at it and I frown but he and the rest of the guards leave before I could even say anything, that seems to be the theme for the day. I throw the taser into the trash bin by the door. "My name is Dr. Russell and you are...?" I ask him as I sit down and cross my right leg over my left one. Not once has he looked up and the tension is thick in the room but the scent of the flowers drive that away. He doesn't answer me.

"Since this is our first session, I would like to ask you to do this form. Just to see how you're doing" I say to him as I put the paper and pencil in front of him on the table but he does not even budge. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, we can sit in the silence if that is what you want but you have to be here and so do I" I tell him as I lean back on the chair and write down that he is not talkative. I hear him grunt before he pulls his head up and looks at me dead in the eyes.

Almost kohl black eyes stare deep into my eyes and there is nothing inside them, no emotion that I can see. His eyes are just hollow and an endless pit. His pale skin makes his eyes stand out even more. His face doesn't carry any tattoos but his jawline is so sharp that it could most likely cut through stone. His hair is so messy that some strands go over his eyes but it gives the endless pit some depth and character. "You're different" He says.

His husky deep rough voice sends shivers down my spine for all the wrong reason and I gulp when I hear him speak. "This is not about me, however it would be good if I knew your name. Mr...?" I ask once again, trailing off once again. He looks at me before his lips curl up in a smirk. I raise an eyebrow. "Silas but you already knew that didn't you, you probably have my files somewhere around here" He says and his voice is so rough and dark but it does hold amusement for some reason. I clear my throat.

"Actually I don't have your files, I don't want to know anything about my patients, getting to know them is the best way to helping them become the person that is deep inside" I say to him with a soft smile on my face. The sun is shining through the window and I can feel it light on my right side and the warmth makes me feel happy and the sun fills me u with joy. "Now, Silas... I would like you to fill the form. It is protocol and I don't like to do this but I will need you to do this form before this session is over" I say.

He might be the most difficult patient I've ever had as most of them just go straight to talk about how unfair it is that they're in prison but it took some time to get his name, though I get the feeling he's only stalling and truly does not want to be here. He doesn't say anything as he leans back in the chair and only looks at me with a glare like stare that he believes is imitating but I've handled worse than this.

I get the feeling that this is going to be a long hour but then again there is only about half an hour left of it. I sigh as I look outside the window, I can only see the sky and the light from the sun and a couple of clouds but I still find it enjoyable to look at. "If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?" I ask him with a smile on my face. His right thick black haired eyebrow gets raised up and he has the look of annoyance on his face.

"What have you been taking? Do they teach you that in medical, getting high and talk to patient?" He asks me with the sarcasm so heavy that it is just insulting how much sarcasm he uses. "Insulting me isn't going to work and if you want to know, I'm not high or taking anything. I am just trying to have a conversation with you, since we are going to have to spend at least-" I say as I look behind me at the clock. "-Twenty-five minutes left so we might as well find something to do. Talking is the best way to pass the time" I tell him.

He sighs as he looks at me even more bored than he was before. "No. Having fun is the best way to pass the time and as far as talking goes, it does not fall into the category of fun" Silas says to me and I let out a quiet giggle. "Tell me then, what does fall under the category of fun as you said?" I ask him as I write down that he is defensive, that he doesn't want to talk and only tries to come with some smartass sayings for everything.

"I would say but I think you already know that... oh, wait, you don't because you believe in rainbows and unicorns but guess what, sweetie... life ain't a happy place" He tells me. Mentally rolling my eyes, I remind myself that he only wishes to get under my skin. "Again, none of this is about me and it will not be about me. So, I really need you to fill the form in ord-" I begin. "What is your name?" He asks me and I stop right in my tracks. "It's Dr. Russell" I answer him and he rolls his eyes before he leans forward in the chair and even when his chains prevent him from going further.

For a moment I had thought he was going to fill the form but he doesn't, only gives me a glare. "As I was saying, this is in order for me to monitor your process throughout this for it might take a long time before you've found the inner you" I say to him with a happy smile on my face. Somehow I feel like we're getting somewhere, even when he's barely talked to me about anything except for trying to insult me which I'm not going to listen to.

"What is your name?" He asks again I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "I just told you, it's Dr. Russell" I say to him, unsure of what he is talking about. His Adam's apple pops as he lets out a groan before he chuckles, darkly and filled with darkness. "I assume your first name is not Doctor, so tell me, what is your first name?" He asks me, wanting nothing more than to roll my eyes, I only smile at him. I just have to stay positive and happy.

"Silas, my name is Leanna Russell, now as there are only five minutes left of this session, which is plenty of time for you to fill the form. That is necessary" I say to him, a bit more demanding but I don't like that tone or that approach. However, filling the form is the first step of understanding the person that is inside. "Leanna" He speaks, testing it. My name rolling perfectly off his lips and for a reason I don't know, it sounds right somehow, right in ways that it shouldn't.

I give him a look and he rolls his eyes before he takes the pencil up and looks at it. "It may not be the best idea to give a criminal a pencil, it can be a lethal weapon..." He says with a smirk on his face. "Perhaps none of you are smart enough to figure that out" He says in more of a thought like tone but he does start reading the form and begin to fill it while I don't speak as I sit and wait for him to be done filling out the form, though I get the feeling that he's just putting whatever on it.

With two minutes to spare, he has finished the form and hands it to me and when I only get the paper back and not the pencil I raise an eyebrow and put my hand out. "It might be a lethal weapon but you are trust is a good step" I tell him and he darkly chuckles at my words, almost as if he's mocking them. He puts the pencil in my hand and I hold it and the form in my right hand before I put the form in the clipboard and the pencil clamped to it too.

I stand up as the door opens and I smile to him. "It has been a good session, I will see you tomorrow. Good day, Silas" I speak as the seven guards once again enter my office and take him, they're careful with him but they are also filled with fear and fright and perhaps anger. Silas doesn't say anything as he's being taken away from my office and soon the door closes and I'm left alone in the silence. I look down at my hands at the ring and it makes me feel the happiness from the memories.

Taking the partly empty paper that I had written on during the session and the form to a folder that I mark Silas on it since that is the name he gave me. I only call them by the name that they feel comfortable with, not matter if that is their real name or not. Besides, a name hardly says anything about a person or who they truly are so a name to me does not matter that much, after all a name is just a name. The folder I put into a drawer with the patient that I'm still seeing.

Now I have a half an hour before my next session but that doesn't stop my thoughts from running. Silas is unlike any other patient but there is much more to him than people think. It would appear by all the guards that he's a dangerous one but not once did I feel like I was in any danger at all, in fact I was quite safe. Then again that can be because he was chained to the chair and could not do anything. However, he did not even threaten me. Somehow something tells me that this is going to be journey that I'm looking forward to for reasons I can't explain, yet.