𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

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16:37

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16:37. Monday. My first session. My mother suggested I have them at home so that I could be in a more comfortable environment and I'd be more open and be able to speak about anything since the psychologist is part of our Mafia. It started seven minutes ago  and now Dr. Langford is just waiting for me to speak.

"So okay how did you feel when you heard that your girlfriend took her own life?" He questioned while positioning his notebook on his lap. I was sat opposite him full of anxiety not knowing how to describe how I'm feeling.

"I don't know how I'm feeling. Like I feel empty, like apart  of my life has been taken away from me." I saw him jot down some notes. "How were things before she committed suicide?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Um, we had an argument and she said she needed space. She always complained when I was around like she didn't appreciate me. I did everything for her and she constantly complains that I put too much pressure on her."

"How different were your backgrounds compared to hers."

"She was a scholarship student so she always told me she was different from everyone else at school. She didn't afford expensive stuff. She was normal and very humbled. She didn't even change her attitude or personality after her father got a better job and became a lawyer which made their lives much  better.

So I think our backgrounds were really different in the beginning and um...she said that my life was too much around hers."

"How too much?"

"Like how I live and what I do. The mafia. Omertà. She couldn't handle it. I mean you know it too." 

"Yes I do know it and it can be overwhelming for the partner."

"She tried running away. I couldn't let her do that. I brought her back several times."

"That's the reason why she took her life. She chose death than live under a different dimension of crime." Dr. Langford concluded.

I sighed. "But I know that's not the full story." He cocked his eyebrow.

"Excuse me?"

"Leo, I know your intentions. You're just like your father."

"Don't fucking say that!" I hissed.

"Remember you were diagnosed with Bipolar disorder and you might have erotomania and OLD."

"You think I'm that crazy? You think I do stuff like that? You don't know half of my life!"

"You told me everything about your life. I know everything thing. The truth shall set you free. We can do this forever. You know true truth, you just need to let it all out. And once it's all out, your family will still love and protect you through the trials of your life."

"Fuck you!"

"You need to relax."

"What kind of psychologist are you? You're supposed to be helping me!" I got up from my seat.

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