Status: Once a week, active
Phobic.
"Shut up! Just shut up!"
Matthew shouts, covering his ears, face screwing up in a childlike scowl. He paces in front of me, from where I sit in the red chair, one leg crossed over the other, a yellow notepad balancing on my knee. I rub the side of my head and lick my lips.
"Matt pleas- "It's Matthew to you!"
He stops for a moment, dropping his clenched fists to his sides to shoot me a stare full of fire and barely concealed hatred.
I feel like one of his pets, small, weak and about to be mangled at the moments notice if I push him any further.
"Matthew"
I say softly, setting my notepad on the floor and uncrossing my legs. Propping my elbows on the tops of my thighs, I look down, hands clasped together.
"Please sit down"
"Don't tell me what to do! You're all alike. Because I'm different then others, you get to decide who I am, how I should think and what I should be like! I'm human, you can't just train me to be something I'm not!"
Matthew shouts, covering his ears, face screwing up in a childlike scowl. He paces in front of me, from where I sit in the red chair, one leg crossed over the other, a yellow notepad balancing on my knee. I rub the side of my head and lick my lips.
"Matt pleas- "It's Matthew to you!"
He stops for a moment, dropping his clenched fists to his sides to shoot me a stare full of fire and barely concealed hatred.
I feel like one of his pets, small, weak and about to be mangled at the moments notice if I push him any further.
"Matthew"
I say softly, setting my notepad on the floor and uncrossing my legs. Propping my elbows on the tops of my thighs, I look down, hands clasped together.
"Please sit down"
"Don't tell me what to do! You're all alike. Because I'm different then others, you get to decide who I am, how I should think and what I should be like! I'm human, you can't just train me to be something I'm not!"