❦ SESSIONS ❦ WITH ❦ GUNS❦

|The first session in a new place|

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"You're not going home!" Silas yells at me before he stands up and walks out the door and slams the door in anger. For a moment I just sit there, unsure of what had just happened. Then all of it comes to me and the tears form in my eyes, pricking the corners as they slowly start to fall and roll down my cheeks. I'm never going home. To my family but more importantly, to Adam. The man that I love and want to marry, I would do anything to marry him now.

I would do anything to be in his arms once again and kiss him and marry him. I may not have been away from him for that long but I do miss him more than I can ever imagine. And now that I'm never going home, I feel myself missing him now more than ever. Wanting nothing more than to be in his arms. Lying down on the bed with the covers over my body to keep myself warm I slowly and silently cry into the pillow until I fall into the darkness and sleep pulls me in to its depths.

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My eyes flutter open by the sound of a door opening and I see Silas entering the room and closes the door behind him. I sit up on the bed to see that he's smirking at me. I feel the shivers run down my spine as I remember that he told me I would never be going home. I feel a lump form in my throat as I hold back the tears that I know are trying to roll down my cheeks. He sits down on the bed in front of me. "You're in luck" He says. Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion at him.

Puzzled and confused I look at him. "What makes you say that?" I ask him suddenly. As I have no idea why I should be lucky since I've been told that I will never see the people I love again. "I've come to miss our sessions and I've prepared an office for you to practice your... whatever" He says to me. My mouth drops open when he says that, wondering if I heard him right or not. "Why would you miss our sessions? Most prisoners hate therapy" I tell him. There are prisoners who can't wait to get out of my sessions while there are some who enjoy them.

I suppose Silas is on the side of enjoying them for some reason which I've yet to find, then again he is a bit strange sometimes and I often have a hard time figuring him out but I will, someday at least. "You want the office or not?" He asks me, clearly not wanting to answer the question. When he said he wasn't defensive, he surly does act like it. I slowly nod my head. "Of course I want it" I speak after a while. Perhaps this is a mistake by continuing our sessions or perhaps it is not.

He grins at me. "Then our session will begin in five minutes, don't be late" He says and winks at me as he stands up and walks out of the room. I wonder how many times he's going to leave me confused like that as it is growing rather annoying. It takes me a couple of seconds to stand up and then walk to the door that he had entered and I slowly put my hand on the door handle, unsure if I should open it or not.

The war inside my mind then knows what I want to do and it comes to the conclusion that I should open the door and I do. Pushing the handle down I open the door and I'm met with an open door in front of me and I see Silas sitting in a chair, facing me with a smirk on his face. I wonder if his favorite thing is striking since he seems to be doing that awfully a lot. I let go of the handle and walk to the door but in the corners of my eyes I can see that I walk in a hallway.

I don't know what is on either side of it nor do I want to know as I continue to walk until I make it to the room that he is in and I close the door behind me. I notice that this place looks like an office, not my office but someone's. It has that kind of feeling inside it. It isn't large nor is it small, it's comfortable in size. I smile awkwardly at Silas as I sit in the chair opposite of him and beside the chair that I've sat in is a small table and there I see the folder.

Silas' folder that he brought with him. Did he plan on all of this from the start? "Now, you can start the session and don't mind the time for I say when we are finished and when we are not. The clock does not control it, I do" He tells me. I smile as I looked own and pick up the folder. Everything is as it was but I can tell that he went through it, and read everything and as much as I would want to tell him it was wrong I don't.

I write down that he likes to have everything in his control and he likes to control everyone around him, perhaps because he was once in a traumatic experience where he had no control over anything and it struck him hard and creating the one that sits before me today. When I've written it down I look up at him, not knowing where to begin with this. Obviously I know that I can't ask him everything, he will get angry at me and I can't have that. I let out a sigh as I realize that this is going to be much harder than I had thought but I've never run away from a challenge before.

"Should I remind you that while I control the time, I do not have all day?" He asks me but I know this questions was not meant for me to answer. "I just don't know how to begin. However, I want to ask you-" I begin to say. "How I got out?" He asks me, finishing my question and I nod my head. He smirks at me. "Well, it was quite simple, though that must be revealed later" He tells me and there goes what I had planned to talk about.

I don't know why he always shuts down everything when it becomes too personal or like this, how he escaped the prison. That remains a mystery to me. "Then, is there anything you want to talk about?" I ask him. Silas was the one that prepared this office for me to have sessions, so that he would be able to talk. It is like he wishes to talk about something but there is something about him that feels frightened about expressing himself and it holds him back.

"I ask you a question and in return you ask me one" He says and I nod my head. This may not be the normal way of doing this but I must remind myself that this isn't exactly the most normal circumstances for sessions in the first place. "All right, ask me" I tell him. I'm not sure what is going to happen now though I will find that out soon. "How do you enjoy being here?" He asks me. Furrowing my eyebrows at him in pure confusion. Just when I was starting to make sense of things, I'm brought back into the confusion.

"Here in the office or here in this mansion?" I ask him. "Both" He answers. Thinking about this for a moment I'm not sure what I should answer him. "Well, this place is beautiful and I've never seen anything like it but I find myself alone and unsure of what I'm supposed to do. However, this office makes some things make sense. Perhaps because therapy is what I know best" I tell him, though I'm not sure if he understands it. Silas only nods but I can see in his kohl black eyes something unfamiliar.

"Why do you want to have these sessions?" I ask him. I suppose if he answers that question then one of the riddles that I've been trying to crack will be cracked, even when the world doesn't like me cracking them. Silas lets out a chuckle as he adjusts himself in the chair to get more comfortable.. "That is an answer you will get soon" He tells me but he doesn't answer the question. I frown as I realize he doesn't want to answer my questions. I look up at his face to see the amusement is clear as the day outside the window.

There is a window that is facing the other side, the sun isn't getting in but I can still see the beauty that is out there. "Do you treat all of your prisoners like this?" I ask him. Perhaps I don't want to know the answer to that question or perhaps I already know the answer. "No. Most of them are dead before they ever become prisoners" He tells me and he watches as the look on my face turns to fear. And once again I'm reminded of the fact that Silas does kill people and he does hurt them.

I don't like it when people get hurt or when others hurt someone. "Why did you not open the door to the backyard?" He asks me. I give him a confused look. How did he know that I wanted to go outside but I did not do it. "The door was locked, I don't see how I can go somewhere if the door is locked" I tell him. I'm not sure why he is asking me these questions but I know if I were to ask then he would surely shut them down. I have to be rather clever with the questions that I ask him.

Some he does answer but some he does not. "Have you ever been to all of the mansions that you own?" I ask. Rather strange question to ask him but he said yesterday that he does have a mansion in every country and if he does then he most likely has been to every country in the world. "Yes, some even more than once" He tells me. I gape at him. There are so many countries and he has been to them all while I've never even traveled out of this one in my entire life.

"Wow, I've never been anywhere" I speak without even meaning to. The words blurted out of my mouth. He looks at me and his eyes make my body feel a bit hotter than it did as the blood rushes to my cheeks and a blush has arrived. I notice him smirking when he sees my blush which makes me blush even hard, I'm not even sure if that is possible. "The life I live takes me places, though most of them are quite dull and boring" He tells me. I giggle. "I wouldn't say the world is boring and dull. I find it rather wonderful and if looked close enough magical" I tell him.

I already know that he would not understand as we see the world differently, that is clear to me but perhaps that might change. "The door to your room into the hallways has been unlocked from the moment you came here, why have you not tried it before until now?" He asks me. I admit that I had gone to the door before but I was unsure if I should've opened it. I sigh. "If I had walked out of that door, where would I go? I don't know this place and therefore I would get lost or something could've happened to me" I tell him.

It is the truth but I did not add that I already knew that he did not want me to wander the hallways as I am a prisoner to him and I was afraid of what he would be angry at me and I don't want him to be angry at me. That is the last thing I want to happen. He does have an anger issue and I know how to deal with that but angering him even further is a step back to help him.

"You are much starter than I gave you credit for" He tells me but doesn't say anything else. Silas stands up and walks out of the office without another word and I suppose this session is over. I quickly write down what he had told me and how I know that he's afraid. He's afraid of being in one place at a time for long because he doesn't have a permanent home and that does frighten him, perhaps the idea of having a home and a place to love is what inspires the fear.

When I've written everything down I take the folder and walk out of the office across to the room that I was in and close the door behind me. I notice that on the nightstand there is breakfast for me and only now I realize that I've not eaten anything this morning. I smile as I walk to the bed and sit down and eat the food. This time there isn't as much as was yesterday and I see that the food that I ate yesterday is on here but not the one that I did not eat.

I suppose they figured this was what I would eat and that is why they gave me that. I make a mental note to someday thank the ones that made this food because it tastes wonderful and someone spent time making it for me. Once I've eaten I open the folder on the bed and read through it. Since Silas is my only patient right about now, I should only focus on him. I grow confused when on one of the pages there is another writing, I take the paper up and read it to see that it's Silas' handwriting.

Check the back. That is all that he wrote and I turn the page around to see the form that he refused to fill and it has been filled. I think he wants to be in therapy but he's afraid of asking for it so he does all of this. I write down on a fresh new paper that he doesn't ask for help, perhaps he doesn't like asking for help but I know that every once in a while everyone needs help but this tells me that he wants help from me and I'm willing to give it to him.