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Rorschach Figures
Frank goes in for his session with Charlie but completely zones out with distractions from a small inkblot page framed in the corner of the room. Why is this figure plaguing his mind?
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I must’ve been walking for about 20 minutes until I came across the worn stone path that lead to the apartment where my sessions were held. The building looked so out of place here in Jersey, yet there was something about it that made it fit in.
I couldn’t decide if it was the fact that it almost blended into the area around it, as if it didn’t exist, or the fact that it seemed as though it had been here for ages and doing anything to it now would be almost wrong.
I sighed and stepped inside, very tempted to punch my hand against the frame of the door as I had to step on the third step to avoid this spillage of I don’t even want to know what.
Fuck Fuck Fuck…It took them three steps to decide they didn’t like their breakfast?…
Dammmit!…Again with the thinking…you’re going to drive yourself insane Frank really you are…
Drive myself insane?…I don’t need to drive myself anywhere, I have a complete housing development in the city of Insane and I’m the governor….At least, I ‘m sure that’s how my parents see it.
I got inside and was greeted by that lovely smell. Not the nice smell of graham crackers like when you open up a fresh box to make yourself some smores…it was closer to the scent of a senior center where they serve them generic crap and make them think it’s the best thing they’ve ever had.
Stale.
Yeah that smell is just what’s going to make me want to come out and open up.
I rolled my eyes and sat down on the chair by the receptionist’s desk. She smiled at me and I gave her a smile back, one just as forced and fake as hers.
She motioned for me to come up for the desk and I sighed, wondering to myself how many times I would do the same damn thing until she realized it was a routine.
“I have an appointment with Mr. La---….Charlie…” I mumbled, almost wanting to vomit at just the way his name rolled off my tongue.
She nodded and gave me a form to fill out to keep me occupied while I was waiting to go inside.
I flinched when she reached her hand out to give me a pen to use.
Hell no I’m not touching that shit…Who knows whose mouth that’s been in…or whose nose that’s been shoved up…or….
“Mr. Iero…!…” She snapped, jabbing my chest with the pen.
“Oh no thanks...I have my own..” I muttered, digging through my pockets for the small metal-cased pen that had grown to be my best friend.
I sat back down and wrote down random answers on the sheet, figuring I would amuse myself for the most part as I waited for Charlie to pull his head out of his ass and come ask me how my day was…basically all the shit this paper said.
11A. In the past few days since your last visit have you had any reoccurring dreams. If yes, then where they about? Where they bothersome?
Yes, there’s this one dream I’ve had every night for the past three weeks where I have to come and sit down in a room and take a stupid ass survey that shines no light on whatever “problems” I may have.
11B. In this Dream (If there was one at all) Did you feel a need or any sudden impulses that were out of the ordinary or had to be tended to?
Yes, Right after this dream I always wake up with a rock hard….
“Frank!…You’re here early…” Charlie smiled, quickly walking over to me as I put my pen back into my pocket, making sure to check that I had twisted it the right way for it to close properly.
He knew better than to hold his hand out for me to shake.
Fuck…if his office smells like that I don’t want to know where his hands have been.
He simply smiled and waited for me to reply, but I always did this…it was almost like a little game we played.
Lets see how long we can stand in the lobby before he gets enough sense to invite me into his office because I’m not going to speak out here.
“Hmm...Right well…it’s a good thing because I think we have a lot to talk about…I read your last entry--”
I gave him a look, almost waiting for him to spill out the contents of my journal right here in front of everyone, but he stopped talking and motioned for me to follow him into his office.
I crossed my arms over my chest and sat down, making sure the seat looked semi decent enough for me to occupy it before I actually settled down.
I looked over at Charlie who still had a look on his face similar to that of a small child when he’s done something wrong, and he closed the door behind him before looking at me apologetically.
“I’m worried Frank…What you said here about…about your friend…its horrible…what’s his name?…” He mumbled, flipping through his book hastily until he found the page he was looking for.
“Roger….My god…What did you write here...You watched him drown?….” He whispered and I simply sighed, folding my leg over to the side, crossing them slowly.
“Its Robert not Roger…” I mumbled, looking up at him with a small smile.
He’s so full of shit, acting like he cares.
I tried so hard not to laugh, watching Charlie look as though he was contemplating dialing the psyche ward to come take me away.
“It was a fish….A fucking fish…And I’m pretty sure he didn’t drown….Last time I checked…They can breathe down there cant they?..” I smirked, watching his face contort itself into a look of confusion.
My friend…I don’t have friends….I name my pens and talk to my dog….I watch fish bob up and down in the pond to go after the breadcrumbs I toss in for them, and I make up horrific stories about how I watched them sink below the surface and how I stood there wondering if I should help them or if they just wanted to be left alone.
“A fish…right…of course..” He smiled, nodding as if it were the most normal situation in the world. And in a matter of about….3 seconds tops, he scribbled down everything I had just said, I’m sure.
“Okay then, everything else is just fine I suppose…unless you have anything you want to tell me?..” He asked, but I had already zoned out.
My thoughts had drifted to a small drawing framed at the corner of his office. It was an inkblot test, you know the crap that’s supposed to give the Therapist some insight on what the fuck is going on in your messed up head.
Right well, I stared at it, nearly to the point of dozing off as Charlie drowned on and on about countless random lines from my entries. I was waiting for the day where he’d see half of it was just pulled out of my ass.
Back to the inkblot…
Well…it didn’t really look too much like anything, till I stared at it for a few minutes, and felt my heart stop for a moment as it started to form the outline of a figure.
The person was hunched over a desk I think…yea…I’m pretty sure, and they were holding something in their hand…a…pencil…And their hair was all ruffled about on their head but it wasn’t a messy sort of ruffle, it was that cute….sort of….just right….kind of thing…
I blinked my eyes a few times when I thought I’d seen the picture smile at me, and I was awoken at a start by Charlie nudging my leg.
“Frank?…You alright there?…” He said softly, and I just shook my head, a bit confused as to what the hell had just happened to me.
“Maybe we should call it a night…what do you say?…” He whispered, touching my arm gently.
Urgh what the hell?…
“Yes…I’m fine thanks..” I mumbled, Getting up from the chair quickly. I glanced over at the inkblot and saw it was just random splatters of ink.
I really need to stop talking to myself….Thinking to myself…Whatever the fuck you want to call it, its messing with my brain.
“Well I guess we’ll make the next appointment for Tuesday?…How does that sound Frank?…”He asked, watching my every move.
“It sounds great….I’ll have lots of entries for you I promise..” I sighed, zipping up my jacket as I walked towards the door, opening it with the sleeve of my coat.
Don’t want to know what touches that knob….I don’t even want to know…
I made my way back outside, a little bit surprised that the steps had been cleaned off. I skipped the last two steps anyway, and made my way back home, that damn inkblot form now burning in my thoughts.
I couldn’t decide if it was the fact that it almost blended into the area around it, as if it didn’t exist, or the fact that it seemed as though it had been here for ages and doing anything to it now would be almost wrong.
I sighed and stepped inside, very tempted to punch my hand against the frame of the door as I had to step on the third step to avoid this spillage of I don’t even want to know what.
Fuck Fuck Fuck…It took them three steps to decide they didn’t like their breakfast?…
Dammmit!…Again with the thinking…you’re going to drive yourself insane Frank really you are…
Drive myself insane?…I don’t need to drive myself anywhere, I have a complete housing development in the city of Insane and I’m the governor….At least, I ‘m sure that’s how my parents see it.
I got inside and was greeted by that lovely smell. Not the nice smell of graham crackers like when you open up a fresh box to make yourself some smores…it was closer to the scent of a senior center where they serve them generic crap and make them think it’s the best thing they’ve ever had.
Stale.
Yeah that smell is just what’s going to make me want to come out and open up.
I rolled my eyes and sat down on the chair by the receptionist’s desk. She smiled at me and I gave her a smile back, one just as forced and fake as hers.
She motioned for me to come up for the desk and I sighed, wondering to myself how many times I would do the same damn thing until she realized it was a routine.
“I have an appointment with Mr. La---….Charlie…” I mumbled, almost wanting to vomit at just the way his name rolled off my tongue.
She nodded and gave me a form to fill out to keep me occupied while I was waiting to go inside.
I flinched when she reached her hand out to give me a pen to use.
Hell no I’m not touching that shit…Who knows whose mouth that’s been in…or whose nose that’s been shoved up…or….
“Mr. Iero…!…” She snapped, jabbing my chest with the pen.
“Oh no thanks...I have my own..” I muttered, digging through my pockets for the small metal-cased pen that had grown to be my best friend.
I sat back down and wrote down random answers on the sheet, figuring I would amuse myself for the most part as I waited for Charlie to pull his head out of his ass and come ask me how my day was…basically all the shit this paper said.
11A. In the past few days since your last visit have you had any reoccurring dreams. If yes, then where they about? Where they bothersome?
Yes, there’s this one dream I’ve had every night for the past three weeks where I have to come and sit down in a room and take a stupid ass survey that shines no light on whatever “problems” I may have.
11B. In this Dream (If there was one at all) Did you feel a need or any sudden impulses that were out of the ordinary or had to be tended to?
Yes, Right after this dream I always wake up with a rock hard….
“Frank!…You’re here early…” Charlie smiled, quickly walking over to me as I put my pen back into my pocket, making sure to check that I had twisted it the right way for it to close properly.
He knew better than to hold his hand out for me to shake.
Fuck…if his office smells like that I don’t want to know where his hands have been.
He simply smiled and waited for me to reply, but I always did this…it was almost like a little game we played.
Lets see how long we can stand in the lobby before he gets enough sense to invite me into his office because I’m not going to speak out here.
“Hmm...Right well…it’s a good thing because I think we have a lot to talk about…I read your last entry--”
I gave him a look, almost waiting for him to spill out the contents of my journal right here in front of everyone, but he stopped talking and motioned for me to follow him into his office.
I crossed my arms over my chest and sat down, making sure the seat looked semi decent enough for me to occupy it before I actually settled down.
I looked over at Charlie who still had a look on his face similar to that of a small child when he’s done something wrong, and he closed the door behind him before looking at me apologetically.
“I’m worried Frank…What you said here about…about your friend…its horrible…what’s his name?…” He mumbled, flipping through his book hastily until he found the page he was looking for.
“Roger….My god…What did you write here...You watched him drown?….” He whispered and I simply sighed, folding my leg over to the side, crossing them slowly.
“Its Robert not Roger…” I mumbled, looking up at him with a small smile.
He’s so full of shit, acting like he cares.
I tried so hard not to laugh, watching Charlie look as though he was contemplating dialing the psyche ward to come take me away.
“It was a fish….A fucking fish…And I’m pretty sure he didn’t drown….Last time I checked…They can breathe down there cant they?..” I smirked, watching his face contort itself into a look of confusion.
My friend…I don’t have friends….I name my pens and talk to my dog….I watch fish bob up and down in the pond to go after the breadcrumbs I toss in for them, and I make up horrific stories about how I watched them sink below the surface and how I stood there wondering if I should help them or if they just wanted to be left alone.
“A fish…right…of course..” He smiled, nodding as if it were the most normal situation in the world. And in a matter of about….3 seconds tops, he scribbled down everything I had just said, I’m sure.
“Okay then, everything else is just fine I suppose…unless you have anything you want to tell me?..” He asked, but I had already zoned out.
My thoughts had drifted to a small drawing framed at the corner of his office. It was an inkblot test, you know the crap that’s supposed to give the Therapist some insight on what the fuck is going on in your messed up head.
Right well, I stared at it, nearly to the point of dozing off as Charlie drowned on and on about countless random lines from my entries. I was waiting for the day where he’d see half of it was just pulled out of my ass.
Back to the inkblot…
Well…it didn’t really look too much like anything, till I stared at it for a few minutes, and felt my heart stop for a moment as it started to form the outline of a figure.
The person was hunched over a desk I think…yea…I’m pretty sure, and they were holding something in their hand…a…pencil…And their hair was all ruffled about on their head but it wasn’t a messy sort of ruffle, it was that cute….sort of….just right….kind of thing…
I blinked my eyes a few times when I thought I’d seen the picture smile at me, and I was awoken at a start by Charlie nudging my leg.
“Frank?…You alright there?…” He said softly, and I just shook my head, a bit confused as to what the hell had just happened to me.
“Maybe we should call it a night…what do you say?…” He whispered, touching my arm gently.
Urgh what the hell?…
“Yes…I’m fine thanks..” I mumbled, Getting up from the chair quickly. I glanced over at the inkblot and saw it was just random splatters of ink.
I really need to stop talking to myself….Thinking to myself…Whatever the fuck you want to call it, its messing with my brain.
“Well I guess we’ll make the next appointment for Tuesday?…How does that sound Frank?…”He asked, watching my every move.
“It sounds great….I’ll have lots of entries for you I promise..” I sighed, zipping up my jacket as I walked towards the door, opening it with the sleeve of my coat.
Don’t want to know what touches that knob….I don’t even want to know…
I made my way back outside, a little bit surprised that the steps had been cleaned off. I skipped the last two steps anyway, and made my way back home, that damn inkblot form now burning in my thoughts.
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