Post by Ellen Banks on Nov 5, 2016 20:43:31 GMT
….and here she was again….staring blankly forward the “Tick, tick tick” of the clock resounding through her head like a giant drill, unable to get the bored expression off her face as she reclined back in the chair, her fingers drumming against her knees in a rhythmic fashion just to do something to pass the time that seems to stand still whenever she stepped into this office, Her body language practically screamed “I so don’t want to be here”
And yet despite how she clearly felt, despite how things have gone in the past and despite seemingly all logic Ellen could fathom here she was once again in Miss Bae’s office at the beginning of another therapy session.
It should come to no surprise to anyone that knew Ellen Bank what she thought of the practice of therapy especially in relation to her. Why on earth would she need to sit down with someone and talk about her feelings? What business was that to anyone but her? When she told people that she was perfectly fine...what reason did they have to doubt her?
Didn’t they see the way Ellen lived? She was rich, smart, pretty and she came from one of the most influencial families in the area. What on earth did she have to be insecure about?
So naturally when she met Doctor Bae. She treated her barely trying to hide the fact she found the whole thing rather ridiculous and she treated her with very poorly disguised scorn...Her first session with her was….Interesting to say the least ...She brought up things that Ellen REALLY didn’t want to discuss so she stormed out and as far as Ellen was concerned that would be it. She wanted nothing to do with that woman ever again
...That was until she showed up at her dorm room…..
One thing led to another and here she was agreeing to another one of these sessions sitting there staring a hole through Vesper her hands suddenly making a mild impatience gesture at the normally unnervingly calm doctor
“Well? I’m waiting….
And yet despite how she clearly felt, despite how things have gone in the past and despite seemingly all logic Ellen could fathom here she was once again in Miss Bae’s office at the beginning of another therapy session.
It should come to no surprise to anyone that knew Ellen Bank what she thought of the practice of therapy especially in relation to her. Why on earth would she need to sit down with someone and talk about her feelings? What business was that to anyone but her? When she told people that she was perfectly fine...what reason did they have to doubt her?
Didn’t they see the way Ellen lived? She was rich, smart, pretty and she came from one of the most influencial families in the area. What on earth did she have to be insecure about?
So naturally when she met Doctor Bae. She treated her barely trying to hide the fact she found the whole thing rather ridiculous and she treated her with very poorly disguised scorn...Her first session with her was….Interesting to say the least ...She brought up things that Ellen REALLY didn’t want to discuss so she stormed out and as far as Ellen was concerned that would be it. She wanted nothing to do with that woman ever again
...That was until she showed up at her dorm room…..
One thing led to another and here she was agreeing to another one of these sessions sitting there staring a hole through Vesper her hands suddenly making a mild impatience gesture at the normally unnervingly calm doctor
“Well? I’m waiting….