Episodes 1
"So, what do you suggest I do?" The Lady in front of me asked. Before I could open my
mouth to speak, she continued, "Don't you think it is best to get rid of him?" Air got
caught in my throat, and I let out a gut-wrenching cough. I reached for the glass of water
on my table and gulped down the water. Dropping the glass, I asked. "W-what do you mean get rid of him?" "I mean... there are lots of people who do that kind of job lately, you know? Getting paid
to kill..." She said. This woman didn't look like she was joking. Since I started this job as
a therapist, I have met lots of crazy people but she was the craziest one I have met.
Seriously, why would her mind even go that way? I laughed awkwardly. She laughed along, hysterically. Yup, she was crazy. "I don't think killing him would be the right thing to do," I told her. The smile on her face wiped off. "You don't?" She asked. She sounded like a child whose
father just denied her candy.
"No, here is what I think you should do..." As a professional therapist, I was about to give
her some advice but then my phone suddenly went off.My phone was on the table so I just peeked at the caller. It was Stella, my half-sister. She
sure had the perfect timing. What did she want now? I ignored the call and put my phone on silent. "If you hate him so much and you feel like killing him, why don't you take a break from him for a while? You know, you could put your relationship on a break, stay clear from him for a while..." I stopped talking when I noticed the way she was looking at me like I was saying some sort of abomination.
"What?" I asked
am sorry, but I love him too much to stay away from him." She said.
I blinked.
"If you love him so much, then why would you think of killing him?"
"Oh, it's just a thought that comes in once in a while. You know, when we go out on evening strolls, I see the way he stares at some other women. It hurt me so much, so I feel like killing him." She said.
My phone went off again, I looked at the caller, it was Stella. What did she want? I
rejected the call and continued with my patient.Oh..." I said. Well, at least, she didn't feel like killing the women he stared at.
"Alright... I understand, I understand but if you feel like killing him because he stares at
some other women... that isn't healthy... so, I suggest you..." I spoke to her for the
remainder of the session and saw her out when we were done.
I came back into my office checked my phone and behold were 16 missed calls and 4 messages from Stella.I opened the messages. 'Why aren't you picking up my calls?' One of the messages read. I rolled my eyes. She
seems to always forget that I had a job, unlike her.
'Pick up my call, you bitch.'
I have got a job for you.'
