Evil Shrink 1

Walking into the ostentatiously decorated office, I collapse into the chair without looking at my therapist. Woe was written on my face and I looked at the ceiling in despair, wringing my hands.

"So how are you today?"

"Fine."

A long pause.

"So tell me then why you are here."

I sigh. Another long pause.

Finally when the silence grew too unbearable, my wretched soul began to speak and I spilled forth my haunted thoughts. "Years it took to write my novel. At times every word was a struggle. Hi