Chemical Romance

@ american nightmare;
The walls were plastered with picture, most of them were irrelevant art. But it was something that would allow you to forget you were sitting in a doctors' waiting room. No matter how people felt about the doctor behind the door, they would still feel the nerves building up. Winding up so tight that it could be felt on the other side of the room. Aphelia's eyes shifted from the painting to the young girl who was sitting on the other side of the room. She'd seen her a few times knowing that she was a patient of one of the other therapist in the building. Which brought her mind back to the issue of stressing, the young girl was picking her chipped nail polish. It put Aphelia on edge, her thoughts wondering over this girls' judgement. It was one of her down falls. It was like everyone was out to get her or always judging her. Which was funny since she chose one of the most judgmental jobs out there. Modeling. At least with it her thoughts were usually right about the person. Shifting slightly in the chair she sighed, knowing the time she was wasting here could have been put towards her up coming photo shoot. Though it had been pushed to the following week due to issue with a crew member. She didn't know the full details just that her entire schedule had been up rooted. And she was now scrambling to collect herself. Prioritizing things was not her strong suit. It was best to let her assistant handle everything. And since her brother's death her life seemed more chaotic than ever. Yet she wasn't working as much. It was one of the many reason why she was seated out side her therapist office. And honestly she didn't know what she would expect when she went in.

Sighing to himself, Frank adjusted everything in his office. He knew his first patient of the day was sitting just outside the walls of his office. The young woman was nice, but had her own issues since her brother's passing. Frank had tried nearly everything he could think of, and hoped this final technique he had up his sleeve, would help with things. If it didn't, he would be at lost on what to do. Adjusting his tie, and shirt. Getting to his feet, he walked to the door and swung it open. Seeing her sitting there a smile tugged at the young man's lips, "Aphelia." Frank spoke towards her. "I'm ready for you." He informed her with a smile.

@ american nightmare;
She felt her body relax when the door open and he appeared. However seeing his smile and hearing her name fall off his lips she couldn’t help but tense up all over again. It was common for her to feel relaxed by an attractive guy. However once this one had her hair standing. It was weird the things he did to her. She knew it was the fact she could just fuck him, and be done. It was the same way with all guys that were out of her reach. They made her feel nervous and on edge. Like they were judging her all the time. However with this man he really was, and an unsettling feeling creeped into her. Standing she moved into his office. It was normal for her not to waste time with her old therapist. However with Dr. Ireo, it wasn’t like that she had a hard time opening up and speaking with him. It may have something to do with his age or look, hell could be both. But it made her feel more and more like a fuck up than she’d ever. However Dr. Cale. had been a family friend and someone she’d talked to ever since she was 5. So this change for her seemed almost worse than when her brother passed. Not because she didn’t love her brother, but because she’d always though Dr. Cale would have been there for her. And when she needed him the most he had to leave. She knew his reasons but it still didn’t mean she excepted it. It hurt just the same. “Morning.” She greeted him sitting down at her usual spot.

Frank nodded his head to her, "Good morning." He gave her a smile as he took his usual seat in front of her. "How are you doing today?" Frank questioned setting his notebook in his lap and looking up at Effie as he gave her the warmest smile he could give the young woman.

@ american nightmare;
Her eyes lifted from the table in front of her to him. Her eyes full of apprehension, even though his smile pulled a light blush to her cheeks, it still was the fear of opening up to a complete stranger. "I could be better." She told him honestly. Knowing that her overthinking mind was still running a mile a minute. And causing her more anxiety than before, but it was all in her head. She knew it was just because she'd never been able to cope with things on her own. It'd had always been her family and Dr. Cale helping her get through life. And now she was suppose to open up to the man before her, in hope he'd be the newest addition to her circle.