Mr. Walter's 24 hour Library Therapy

1st therapy

two

and i'm in love with being queen

i open the door. a flood of light nearly blinds me. is this the matrix?

"you must be amelia" a voice says from the abyss of light. i blink, looking around. the room is painted an icy, ocean blue with ugly floral curtains and a wooden desk with a guy behind it. he looks a bit like aaron johnson. 

"your curtains are ugly" i say.

shit amelia, i thought, you just blew everything. instead, the guy blinks, laugh and stands and outstretches his hand. a hand shake? i thought, what is this? eighteenth century? i almost curtsy as a reply.

"did you wash your hands?" i ask.

yeah, i'm a health freak. i've also got OCD.

"yes, don't worry" he says, as if his not completely freaked out by me. i don't trust him, i think as i ignore his handshake and sit myself down on the chair in front of him. my mind is buzzing, and his so freaking ho-

"let's get started, shall we?" he asks.

yes aaron.

i nod.

"our therapy is different from others" he says. "i allow my clients to express themselves through books and words and art and other things"

"can i express myself here by going home?" i ask.

don't be a bitch amelia.

"sorry no" he grins, as if amused by me. his voice is tinged with french, like really strong french. or is that italian? his eyes are like oceans, i thought. their full of whale sperm. shit amelia, i thought, that is so true!

"my name is remy" 

"that sounds like a french resturant"

"i'd love to be a chef"

"i'd love to go home and die"

"life is beautiful"

"are you, like, a hippy?" (regina voice)

"i love mean girls"

"i love gay guys"

"compliment me"

"your eyes are like the ocean"

"thanks"

"their full of whale sperm"

remy bursts out laughing.