I quit being a therapist because I am unqualified and never wanted that job. I refer them to someone qualified then go do something I am interested in.
I tapped my fingers against the arm of my chair, my client looking off to the side. I had heard of this person before. Two of my close colleagues, after speaking to him, had decided to take their own lives. The part of me that was enraged by the death of two of my close partners was shadowed by my curiosity of how he did it. As I was about to speak, he stood up. "You're just like the rest of them - weak. None of them could help me, and now," he leaned in close, "you'll be next." A week had passed since I had seen that person, and yet I was still here. As I got arrived home after work, there was a note on the door. It simply read "Enjoy". Opening the door, I dropped to me knees. My entire house had been replaced with Minions. There were thousands of them - lamps, chairs, photographs... I couldn't take it. As fast as I could, I ran up the stairs to see my entire family in Minion costumes, holding baseball bats. Before they could catch me, I jumped out the window. In that moment, I knew.
@hyperion I'm glad you enjoyed it! @kouyaaotsuki I used to write a lot when I had spare time! I was in the middle of a book, but academics took over and it's been collecting dust. If I ever finish it, I'll let you know!
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