Screw Therapy
Levi sat on the chair at Dr. Stewart's office. The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes. He just stared out the window allowing his thoughts to just roam to whichever one he felt at that moment as he watched a small bird flutter around the window. He could feel a single tear slide down his cheek and he flicked it away with his thumb quickly, not wanting to show any kind of weakness to this woman he was made to see.
Levi was never a man who opened up about his feelings. He dealt with trauma from his childhood. Dealing with his stepfather’s abuse, watching his mother being abused, to his sister treating him horribly. He learned early to deal with such shit that had happened to him. He even learned to deal with the death of his daughter’s mother pretty well. That could be he never really cared for the woman. He barely knew her when she got pregnant and he married her in some Elvis style quickie wedding.
His mother’s death was something else. He knew it could be a possibility of her dying by the hands of Thaddeus, but to see he was the one who took her life was something he could never get over. The way the knife slid into her stomach always made him almost puke with the mere thought of it. That knife was meant for Thaddeus. Levi lunged toward him but That, the coward that he was, pushed Mary in front of him. Levi didn't have time to react before the knife plunged into his mother
He could still see the shock across her face when it slipped inside of her. She looked at Levi still with such love in her eyes. As if she forgave him right there for what he did. That she knew he never meant for it to be her to fall upon his blade. Levi held his mother in his arms. Felt her warm blood flow over his hands as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding. He felt her hand on his cheek and saw the light dim out of her blue eyes before slipping away into her death. It was a nightmare that followed him to this day.
So Levi sat in the chair at his therapist's office. Trying to find the words to say to her on how he was feeling. After what felt like hours when it was only minutes. Dr. Stewart looked over at Levi, trying to get his gaze to meet hers. “Levi?” She asked sweetly. “I know this is hard for you, but you need someone. Let me be that person. Let me be what you need.” Levi looked over at her and scoffed at her words.
“I don’t think anyone can be the person I need for this Doc. My ticket has been cast and the only thing that awaits me is hell.” He said gruffly. He turned back to the window, catching the small bird that fluttered around on the window still.