Finding Healing
 

"Once again, you haven't followed my instructions. Once again, you've ignored my advice. Once again, you've also refused to see a therapist to work out the problems you have."
Alain Sitsuke stood at the front of his office, too agitated now to sit. Noone could have told by looking at him that he was agitated; he prided himself on maintaining a calm, emotionless demeanor. A doctor who specialized in cardiovascular health, he was a young man in his early twenties, straight as a ruler in build, with dark blond hair and brown eyes that strove never to betray the passion or compassion that he felt for other people - patients of his who needlessly harmed themselves.

"Look doc....I was trying to get help...see a therapist. Get some advice. the whole...shabam..you gotta believe me...and besides...I'm fine. So I don't need any of that therapy stuff anyways".
Momo Fukuhara was sitting in one of the chairs, to focused on daydreaming then to be listening to the doctor. she then looked up...she could tell that the doctor was mad..well..more than that..but that was her fault wasn't it. Her baggy eyes stared back down on the floor. She knew..and even the doctor knew...she was lying. It wasn't that hard to figure out. she was a young woman at age seventeen, always slouching, with black hair with long bangs and dark brown eyes that was probably devoid of anything at this point. She didn't wanna do this therapy...cause no matter what she did..she'll still go back home and harm herself. the asian woman with a slight look of nervousness in her eyes, started scratching her knees.

Alain wanted to slap her. His tone became icy. "Stop talking like a flippant idiot and acting like a child. Momo, I've grown tired of worrying about your health when you seen to care nothing about it and writing up plans that you disregard."

Momo looked up, noticing his tone and became a bit scared for a moment. she then blushed from embarrassment. now she wasn't an idiot...that was something she'll never be....but she didn't say anything. at this point she was worried he'll grow more angry, so she decided to stay silent.

"Well? Have you got anything to say?" In his heart, Alain was crying out for her to say something, anything so long as it meant that she'd actually try this time.

Momo stared down, not saying anything for a while. she knew she wasn't gonna do anything to help herself....but she was also worried that the doctor would be upset at her again. "I'm sorry....I...I'll try and...do better....I promise". she muttered, it being barely audible.

"I've heard that more times than I can count. Momo, I do not need you to TRY. I do not need you to DO BETTER. I want you to do as I advise you. At this rate, you're wasting my time and your own, playing brainless games. From this moment on, I'm finished. My instructions to you are the same. Come back having followed my orders and arranged to see a therapist or don't return at all."

Momo looked down again, playing with her knees and gripping them tightly. She then furrowed her brows. "but...doctor I"- But she knew it was fruitless to try and get out of this situation. She knew that her doctor was upset at her..for not following his advice and instead doing the opposite. She knew that if she didn't stop the habit of hurting herself..things would turn out bad. She knew...that is she didn't follow his orders that..Momo looked up at him, straight at him. She nodded her head slowly as she gotten up and gotten her things. "I understand". she muttered as she went towards the door and quickly left out.

Alain hadn't expected her to leave so quickly - or without waiting for him to dismiss her. Dropping his notepad, he took a step after her. "Momo, wait!"
But the door shut, and now there was nothing left to do but wait for the next patient. Alain sank back into his chair, propped his head up on his fingers and heaved a sigh.

Momo heard the doctor call after her, but did nothing else but continue down the halls of the place. she just realized she wasn't excused...but she didn't care.
she decided to go home, not even thinking of trying to get herself something to eat..like she really felt hungry at all. she signed and sat down on her small couch, looking down at her knees....and started to silently cry. what could she do? she couldn't stop her habit..no matter what she did. she looked up. "you know what..he's right...I'm only wasting his time...why do this..if I'm not even gonna try". she gotten the phone. "I'll just..stop attending all together".