“Bradley Gibson, I lost to a bet with my sister and that's why I'm here.” Bradley says bluntly as the young man stares at Bradley from behind his thick-rimmed glasses.
“Is that really why you're here with me today? Not any serious issues?” The young man asked scooted up in his office chair, making squeaking noises with each scoot.
“The only serious issue here is your glasses and your chair.” Bradley retorts with narrowed eyes as the camera zooms in on his eyes, they narrow more.
The camera moves to the young man's face, slowly zooming on his glasses. The young man turns to face the camera glaring and the camera zooms out. The young man lets out a breath turning back towards Bradley, his chair squeaking in the process.
“Alright, I'm going to send you off with this packet. You fill it out and bring it to me next week when we see each other again.” The young man says opening a drawer on his desk and pulls out a thick packet, dropping it in front of Bradley.
“What the hell is this? It's almost thick as those glasses you wear.” Bradley asks snatching the packet off of the desk.
“A packet, you just fill in the bubbles.” The young man says rolling his eyes.
“This is a whole lot of paper, you tree waster.” Bradley muttered as he flipped through the pages.
“Well I used both the front and back side.” The young man said glancing down at the pages as Bradley flipped them.
“That's ridiculous, it's not even in a big font yet you still used this many pages?” Bradley said shaking his head.
“Have a nice day sir.” The young man said quickly and Bradley glared as he got up.
Bradley's sister sat in the waiting room for him. She was talking on the phone when he came out. He shot her a look causing her to roll her eyes eventually ending her call and got up.
“So how was your session?” she asked causing Bradley to roll his eyes.
“Well I got a huge packet I have to fill out, never knew this was how therapy worked.” Bradley muttered folding the packet hotdog style, before shoving it in his jacket pocket.
“Well maybe not always, I wouldn't know.” she replied walking to the door that leads out of the waiting room into the hall.
Bradley followed her looking around at the torturous shiney, wooden walls. All the doors had signs on it with names of therapists and so on. There were some nice vending machines here and there, including some potted plants.
He kicked one pot over, then another, and another. Next thing you know there's dirt all over their red carpets that used to be nicely clean. Probably vacuumed often but now all you saw was filth. His sister didn't notice because she was too busy walking out to get to her car. But he made sure to leave the plants in their pots and leave them some dirt.
He wasn't a monster.
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