The Ignorance of Bliss

The Therapy

"Captain Massorati of the United Commonwealth of Peace Army (UCPA) nice to meet you. How are you doing today ma'am?" I greeted the new woman, her tightly knit bun on her head was only flawed the small curl of hair that resided on the side of her head, looking severely out of place. Taking a deep breath I reached my hand out to be courteous to my new therapist.

"Dr. Eisenhower. But you can call me Amelia. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. And I'm doing just fine thank you." She returned with a small smile. "Why don't you take a seat and talk to me about your day so far and a little bit about yourself."

I had already dazed off, looking around the room. My eyes skipped around the fading white walls to a piece of light green furniture and returned to my seat. "Well ma'am, my day has been okay so far. Everything seems a bit dull here though, well in the city. But it's not that bad."

She just nodded her head and swirled her hand around on a yellow note book; she's most likely making notes about me. Suddenly my body shivered, releasing millions of bumps across my skin. That earned a confused look from Amelia. I gave a half hearted smile but was feeling severely uncomfortable in this quiet atmosphere. The silence seemed deafening even though she scraped furiously at the page. I couldn't help but start to shift.

After many moments of thick silence she started speaking again. "In here it says you left home when you were young. However your files don't say how long ago. Why don't you tell me about your life at home Hunter, that is before you left for your year and a half long tour."

The floodgate that hold those bitter memories started to open and the moments in my life with my family were brought back. I miss them so much. "Before I announced to my family that I was enlisting into the army, everything was fine. My dad was/is the CEO of the Commonwealth's Division of Primary Securities and my mom is on the Commonwealth's high council so we never had to worry about money. I had two other healthy siblings, both younger, one brother and one sister. I wasn't ever lonely or having a valid reason for being upset."

"Tell me about them. What were they like? How was your relationship with them?" She said, scribbling away in her little journal again, how much could she possibly gather from this?

"My sister is 12 years old now and was just a little cuddle bug last I saw her. She has thick dark brown hair and vibrant emerald green eyes, we call them Massorati eyes because my grandpa and his family had them too. My brother is 17, he has always been more serious and has unruly jet black hair and has the same trademark Massorati green eyes." Their faces were embedded into my mind once again. It had been so long since I thought about them, yet I still remember. "Once I announced I was getting deployed my entire family shut me out. I am currently residing in a motel on 78th and Argon. I don't have a job yet."

"What about your parents she asked," flicking her brown eyes up to face me.

"My parents cut me off from my bank account when I left. They thought that they had put all that money there. Which was partially true. I used to have a job when I lived with them. At the um- the cupcake store near Yale Avenue. Shortcake, that's what it was called. Anyways, I don't have any means to sustain myself. The only I can even afford to see you is because of the mandatory exit therapy all the soldiers have to do so we don't hurt anyone like spouses or partners. But, I still miss them a lot no matter what they have done."

She just nodded her head and scribbled a bit more. She's writing so quickly I doubt any of it is even legible. I looked away from her, feeling awkward about how much I just shared. I instead took interest in the tiny string on my jeans that my fingers had decided to play with.

Finally she stopped scribbling before looking at her work. With a deep sigh she peered at a small digital clock that was on her desk next to us. The bright red numbers red 6:30. With another sigh she looked at me,"Well looks like we're all out of time today but I would like to see you again. I'm interested in getting to know you more and maybe I could try helping you. I hope to see you within the next two weeks if that's at all possible." She set her journal loosely in her lap.

"We'll see, but I'll definitely look into it." I lied with a fake smile that allowed the lie to slip by. I can't afford to see her again. Now that I'm back I won't even be able to take care of myself. Especially since I've done nothing but work, sleep, eat, and go to work again for the past sevenish years.

She gave me a tiny grin before shaking my hand once more. "Have a nice day Hunter."

"And you as well Amelia."

She gave me a small smile and stood up suddenly before leaving the room without a word more.