The Therapist

In an office with dark wood walls, panelling and bookshelves running from top to bottom. The therapist is seated on a one seater chair that looks like a throne with edges softened by dark brown wood, as she paces around looking distracted. The long soft gold curtains blowing softly to the gentle wind from floor to ceiling windows. Thou the windows were long the air seemed dark, oppressive: a good place to hide your sins.
Therapist: I thought we were doing better?
Her: yah we all thought so (more pacing) can I smoke in here?
Therapist just looked at her with understanding shining through.
Her: (sighing) that's what I thought ( she plops down onto the sofa, then she looks up hopefully) maybe some alcohol to take the edge off.
Therapist: we have talked about this.
Her: Yah alcohol makes me do stupid things (stretching out on the sofa) but its fun(after a moments pause) and then I do not have to think.
Therapist: what do you think about.
Her: (chuckling) Killing you (their was silence, the therapist did not even smile) tough crowd (she said getting up to pace again).
Therapist: Do you know that curling up in the middle of the supermarket floor sobbing is not normal.
Her: Yes
Therapist: Do you know that kicking a policeman in the nuts is not normal.
Her: Maybe
Therapist: Do you understand that fear of people is not normal.
Her: No
Therapist: (writing something down.)
Her: (pacing)
Therapist: Tell me what makes you anxious.
Her (looking at the therapist like he's stupid)(after a moment) ooh you are serious.
Therapist: (silent)
Her:0k, cows, people who say stupid things because I want to punch them, children, people, electricity
Therapist: and you are an electrical engineer
Her: (plopping down on the sofa) Yes what does one have to do with the other.
Therapist writing down, "she will have mental breakdown in less than two years".