Waiting in the Waiting Room
Madeline knew why she was here: her new family was worried about how she was handling her past and needed someone to talk to freely- and to make sure she was stable. Stepping into the waiting room she relaxed a little, it was nothing like she had in mind. For some reason she thought seeing a therapist meant she would go into a big building and be forced to do all sorts of psychological tests to see if she was still sane. But the room was a beautiful calming lavender with lights and a little fountain near the check in desk which she walked to. After a little bit of confusion Madeline finally sat in an empty chair with a pile of paper work.
An uneasy feeling filled her as she looked down at the sheet of odd symbols. She thought Nat was going to do all of this before hand, but the records needed more now. The first line was easy "Name"; she had seen it many times in the last few days with doctor appointments and paperwork. In a very delicate cursive she wrote out her name. The first few questions were easy, however after the first page she was lost. Nibbling her lip nervously she looked about the room- she didn't want to bother anyone else. Tapping the pen against the clip board her soft brown eyes stared at the symbols, she had no idea what some of them meant, some she could guess. Crossing her denim clad legs she pushed her hair behind her ears, her soft grew sweater tugged over her hands as she became more and more nervous and uncertain.