Closed RP || Therapy
"...And... It's hard for me to stop. I just can't get away from him." Her patient's voice hung in the silence that followed. Jasmine liked to leave a pause, just for self-reflection. She sat across from her patient, legs crossed, hands patiently in her lap. No notebook in sight. The man, in contrast, leaned forward anxiously in his seat, hands folded. "Who can't you get away from?" "Him," the patient repeated, saying the name with so much fright, yet so much reverence. "Ah," Jasmine nodded. "Him." She knew who he was talking about. Jasmine wasn't stupid. She lived in Washington Heights, she knew who Nevada Ramirez was. But this man had given a description to just a name she had heard a few times on the street. Apparently the man was a drug dealer, a powerful one. And her patient was hooked, and getting away was a problem. He spent so much time talking about this Nevada, Jasmine's own curiosity ran wild. How could one man do so much damage? "And where do you see Nevada?" She asked her patient, pushing back her black curls. "I get my drugs at the Lotus Club," he explained. "But I'm not going tonight. I feel strong enough not to." Jasmine nodded. "You're making progress. Don't let the desire fool you. He doesn't control your life, and neither do the drugs. Only you do, remember that." At the end of the work day, Jasmine usually caught a cab home. She lived just outside of Washington Heights, being that the neighborhood wasn't safe enough for her. But she decided to stay in town this time.
