I'm sitting on a couch, the room is mildly chilly, but the leather on the couch is really cold. I don't like it. I would prefer it a lot more if it was cloth or something comfortable. Leather is dead baby cows, and it's wrong. I'm fidgeting on the couch, waiting for someone to come in. Why aren't they coming in? They told me to be here at noon, it's half past noon. I'm getting antsy, and I'm sober. I want to leave and get a drink. This is a problem, I need to address this. The door opens and I'm beginning to panic. Who is it? I don't know what the person I'm meeting looks like. What if he's someone terrifying? What if it's another American who wants to hurt me?

Miss Dùbhghlas?

Yes?

I'm Dr. Jones. I understand you're having some issues lately?

I am. I almost got raped the other day. My boyfriend died, and my career hasn't been going well. Oh, and my brother tells me that I'm a raging alcoholic. I need help. I think.

He steps into the middle of the room, and I see him, he's tall and has grey hair. An old and wrinkled face greets me with a smile, nearly hidden behind a well groomed beard. There's a kindness in his voice that I'm not used to. He doesn't have judgement when he speaks to me, which is something I'm very glad for. Dr. Jones looks down, and sits down on the chair across from me. His is cloth, and probably warmer than mine is. This isn't fair.

Why don't you tell me about your work? What's unfulfilling about it?

Well, I'm a wrestler in the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. I just recently lost my Intercontinental Championship belt, and had to shave my head. I'm wearing a wig to cover it, but under it, I'm bald. The guy who beat me is some sort of weird lizard obsessed guy who likes to hang out in children's stores with little boys. It's not the best kind of loss to take, but it happens. I'll bounce back from that. But, the thing that gets me with it is that he hangs out with little kids in toy stores and no one else seems to think it's weird or creepy.

Hmm. That is interesting. How are you bouncing back from that loss?

I'm here trying to figure out what went wrong with my life. And I have another match this week, against someone named Mason Prince. It should be an easy win, which will make me feel better.

Tell me about Mason Prince.

He's a boring slob who can't win a match in this federation. He doesn't take things seriously, and he's on a hot losing streak, and has trouble being able to put up any promotional video to entertain people. When he does put up promotional videos, he keeps talking about being empowered by the fans, and talking about being super rich. Which is rich in itself, because apparently money can't buy in ring skills. Something that will cause poor little Ginger to bust his face open.

Ok, so tell me about the situation with your deceased boyfriend.

Well, I met this man, Johnny. We became friends, but both were in love with each other. After I signed up to wreslte here, he confessed his feelings, and we started dating. Things were going well for us, and then he took a job working on some sort of Rhino thing in Africa. We almost broke up, but I surprised him by showing up in Africa. The relationship was going well in Africa, we were raising a puppy together. And then one day, he gets attacked, and I still never found out what animal attacked him. He stayed unconscious for days, it was terrifying. When he finally woke up, he started to tel me that he loves something, and then he died.

He begins to write something down on a notepad. He stifles back a cough and looks around.

So, you and Johnny were together for how long?

We were together for about 6 months before he died. And we wanted to have kids. I didn't get pregnant. It made me sad, but I think it's better that I didn't end up raising a child by myself. I came back from Africa, but I was depressed, so I started drinking and arguing with my brother and best friend. The house was empty when I came back, and I was all alone, except for King Henry. He's my pet Llama. This made me sad. I started drinking more and more. Tiffany told me that... Tiffany is my best friend. She told me that while I was gone she married George, my brother. That made me really sad. We fought, but she made me pancakes. I eventually went to visit Johnny's parents and talked to them about the death of Johnny, and things. His mom gave me her ring. Because Johnny would want me to have it,

I show him my hand and the ring Johnny's mom gave me. It's sparkly.

Right. How are your parents?

My parents are dead. They got into an accident and died a few years ago after Georgie got sick. That's why I moved back to Scotland to help take care of George. He's all I got left now. Well, him and my new sister in law, Tiffany. I love Tiffany.

Dr. Jones looks at his pad, and then back at me for a second.

Ginger, I think I know what's going on. I think you're suffering from abandonment issues, and a driving need to be loved. These caused you to drink and act out. You need to work on loving yourself, and figuring out how to be ok with people leaving.

He hands me a piece of paper and I read over it. It says "Love yourself" and then sits back down.

Are you telling me we're done for the day?

For right now, yes. But, if you speak to my receptionist she was schedule an appointment with you for next week.

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