"Do you want to talk about something? You know get something off your chest? I don't have to use my new given power we can just talk. I'm sure um... Alton would understand." She could have laughed at the thought of sharing with him, this still unnamed man. And then it was like she ran face first into a brick wall. For years she'd been seeing a psychologist, well more of sitting in a room silently staring at the ground, for a few years about her paranoia, depression, and schizophrenia. The psychologist was still nameless to her, Grey was pretty sure she was a woman but never had time to really pay attention. This fact was so unwanted she could scream, she couldn't change what she just realized though. She couldn't just go sit down for a few hours then walk out of the office that she dreaded so much, oh no, not this time. The man behind her was now her new silent sitting buddy she'd probably go to three times a week, and she couldn't forget that one small detail.... they lived in the same building.
With a slight pivot of her body her right shoulder was now to him, her head followed the straight point with a lazy roll, staring at him with a strange tension growing of confusion, why was there so much confusion?
"I'm not one to open up, but before I was brought I took.... consoling...." Talking about this was odd, standing here was odd, but the distance uncaring look that she had was not. She was normal Grey. Like her name she was just dull and bland from time to time for a big sum of it. Avoiding the world was a favorite of hers, something she needed to work on.
Letting her body completely face him she took a moment and just stood there blankly without a care in the world, but then the care returned and she rooms step towards him once again. Her bipolar tendencies was another issue, small but there, it wasn't a big concern at this time for her. Her problems were her problems, she never disguised them, they still lingered anyways. Small pebbles of hope filled her imaginary river that if she never shared how she felt that it'd all just go away, each time she didn't share she'd gain a pebble and every time she did she'd get water; the river was completely dry and was stoned over.
"I care a lot about my problems, I never share, never," that one word could not be stressed any rougher from the fragile girl. She hated how everything in her life had been screwed up and that what had happened would get her locked up probably for life.
"I care a lot about my problems, more than I should, like everyone else in this messed up world. I cry, stress over, break down because of it... I don't share it with anyone though. That's why I'm pleased with the new job I was given. I can help the people like me... Maybe if I begin to trust you more I'll open up, but until then I'll still need you to prescribe me medication that I'll need...." Telling that much was more than usual, but today was full of newness. It kind of felt good though and she would think about the memory removal, she knew what the price would be though, her wedding day. The memory would be hard to part with, still most likely worth it.
"And my memory"pause
"I would really like it gone." Loving the day she was married was the best thing in her life besides the day she meet George, forgetting his death was worth losing it, at least to her. She could forget the beautiful white dress, the big smile, the kiss that slide the deal, all could just leave her mind of she could forget finding him dead. Filling a new burst of emotions overwhelm her she leaned forward, accidentally laying her head to his shoulder but was to stricken to move from the place.
"Sorry." Saying so softly she tried her best to quiet the random gasps of air she needed.
"I just wish I could forget everything that's happened lately... everything."
