Thread: Perception is Reality (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Oop, Emily, I think theyre trying to send me a page. she must be on her way. Alright darling youre going to do great okay? You worked super hard for this and you totally earned it. Those words hit her harder than any slap to the face could when she actually listened for them. She worked so hard for this did she though? Sure her grades were more than average, she wasnt in the top percentile, a few shy, but her GPA was close to immaculate, she had perfect attendance and punctuality in class and in her assignments, she participated in extracurricular activities, she dedicated time to the collegiate newspaper, she was on the Tennis team though spent most games on the bench just good enough to make the team not quite so much so to be near a star player much like her grades, always just a little short of something truly extraordinary. Really, the only thing Meghan had going for her that was implicitly extraordinary was her natural beauty and it was crippling to think, to flirt at, to debate was it all supernatural, an unfortunate coincidence or had Jacquelyn Lipinski, the head doctor of this establishment had she hired her based upon her looks and her papered sexuality alone? Did she work hard for this position, or did Jacquelyn just hire her and plant her wherever she fit because she knew she would bend over and take those slender freckled fingers for a chance at finally going somewhere beyond a government building to cash or repay another set of student loans. Jacquelyn had played her like the fucking fool she was, she knew just where she was because shed been there once upon a time the woman had been there too she appealed, and she was so very interested in the autobiographical blog shed wrote and other articles that made her sexuality known and her pride, other opinions. Oh what a bright future she had in the institution and if anyone was capable of writing a paper on Miranda Velrose she was willing to bet it would be a fresh set of eyes like herself and and oh how hard had she worked to have Jacquelyn Lipinski lean over her shoulder and smell the green apple leave in conditioner shed bought last week, to place her hands on her shoulders and knead them like an old lover one shed never met. she didnt black it out though, she didnt cry or feel used, call it what you wanted she brought a bottle of wine the next time they met, Jack told her she didnt drink wine but appreciated the sentiment, Meghan rarely drank at all. Meg? Meggy? Are you there? A voice blurted over the deafening silence shed induced, Stan! Stan I think the phone is on the fritz again! Oh- yes, hi, hello. Sorry, I mmmff-heh, got a little distracted. She admitted as she heard the first knock, Emily, Im going to have to let you go Love you! her hand batting behind her for the hang-up, jostling a picture frame beside her of herself and another girl holding each other close, maybe friends, probably lovers though while Meghan looked much the same the girl beside her looked like she had no business there, deathly thin with bruised eyes and thinning and fried bleach blonde hair, red rings around her nostrils clearly an addict, probably a picture best left turned from prying eyes but her naivety didnt compensate for such things. Her eyes soared from the desk to the woman now inside, trying to put on her most professional face and posture and while it was one just that some of her natural meekness did discount it for what it was. There always was a certain sort of woman who could leave Meghan dead in her tracks and one was across the room, finally all the studies and case files shed leafed through given corporeal form and she truly was radiant as they said, frightfully so, hauntingly so, to think this woman was her age and millions, tens of millions of dollars ahead, prestige and principal she could never hope to understand or reach herself, shed not only earned her success but lived it, nurtured it, was pressed upon by it to the point of snapping and here she was. Her eye brows knit slightly as she picked up on the words shed but whispered, fun Meghan knew her history of blowing through her doctors, knew of her history of violence, knew most diagnosed her sociopathic and deranged though Meghan didnt agree with that particular diagnosis. In her mind, no sociopath could go as far as Miranda had in the business world, that took love and passion just as much as her crime had, another thing, she believed her crime to be one of passion not a random act of violence for catharsis, not a pressure release valve. As Miranda walked about her Meghan cringed into herself slightly, Please, do sit. She said in her best projected confidence though a hesitation betrayed the tone. A small tint of rose found her olive skin when the woman introduced herself and in such fashion no less, Meghan wasnt the slightest annoyed or piqued by it it seemed shed been talked down to quite a bit in her short life by how she accepted it and bowed her head apologetically Yes, right, ahm my name is Meghan Ollerenshaw, she didnt say doctor, a clear sign if not by her age she was still new to the title if shed earned it at all, Ahm, I feel that with any relationship it is always best to make clear ones motives from the very start, be the relationship intimate or professional so she shrugged a little and smiled before heaving a sigh, never looking her in the face as she went on, always just beyond her, through her, before finding her note pad but just the same never scrawling anything upon it. Of course Ill be taking the role of your primary caregiver and psychologist, I intend to film our sessions and with your permission draft an article on my findings. Im here to help you, youre not a study for my sake, first and most important comes your recovery and returning you to your life outside of these walls. The long drone found a more upbeat rise toward the end like she was wrapping it all up in a pretty bow but she had started with the selfish side of her motives as to not make them appear hidden. Soo hmm, why dont you tell me what you hope to get out of our sessions? And finally, with that, did her hazel eyes find those across from her with a passive reception of that devilish grin, practiced, sterile, clinical gaze the one each and every doctor before Meghan probably gave Miranda.