The scars that never heal

"Therapist?" Lords laughs as he waltzes into the office "what a waste of time." Throwing himself onto the couch. He knew the drill. "Look" Lords says to the ceiling "why don't I save both of us the headache of this bullshit and just hand me the script." There was a long pause. He would have thought he was alone if it wasn't for the incessant scribbling of pen onto paper. If this quack was waiting for him to look in his/her direction it wasn't happening. They could sit in silence the entire hour for all he cared.

Finally he heard her pompous voice "I don't think you realize how serious this matter is." She paused waiting for a response she wasn't going to get "You tried to kill yourself."

"Really?" Lords sits up quickly as if this was news to him "is that what I did? And here I thought I was here because of my pornography addiction." He raises his eyebrow as he pretended to masturbate.

"Well, if you feel that is one of the reasons."

"Reasons?" Lords interrupts "No there was no reason. Why is it always reasons with you people? What if" lords leans in closer "I was just bored." He stands up and begins pacing "or maybe I wanted to see what it would feel like to die."

"What do you think caused you to have these feelings?" She was trying to take back control he knew the game plan. He was making her nervous.

"I don't know." He whispered as he crouched onto the floor "perhaps it was withdrawal from drugs" he held up his hand making it shake "or the fact that my daddy beats me, and my mommy abandoned me, and my uncle gets me drunk and then touches me inappropriately" he whispers "and you want to know the worst part? Secretly I like it so it makes me feel all dirty inside." He smiled a sarcastic grin "is that what you want to hear?" As he pulls himself off the floor and walks to the window.

"If that is the truth."

"The truth?" He laughs silently at himself "The truth?" Then looks down at the floor "the truth is, I am a spoiled little rich kid with too much time on my hands. So I thought what the hell." He looks the therapist in the eyes for the first time "lets make those miserable fucks that call themselves my parents pay for all the HELL THEY PUT ME THROUGH." He tried to shake away the tears "They are just lucky I didn't try to kill them instead."