Talk:Keefe and Sophie/@comment-68.1.143.129-20180324223340

I've got to keep these poems and fan fics going! Tell me if I should write more...

Attendant- "Erm, Keefe Sencen? are you here?" attendant- "Great!Follow me into Dr.Millwan's office. Trust me, going to a psychiatrist isn't as scary as you think"
 * Keefe raises his hand*

Keefe- "I got it, can we just get this over with?! Foster's making custard bursts, and I do NOT want to be late!"

Attendant- "Who is... 'Foster'?"

Keefe- "Nobody, lets just go..." Attendant- "K, come with me!" Attendant- "Dr. Milwan!-" *looks on that same sheet of paper and rips it out, handing it to Dr.Milwan* "here is Keefe!" Keefe- *reluctantly walks into the office and sits down*
 * Attendant writes something on a sheet of paper and mumbles, "fo...ster..."*
 * leads Keefe into a room with a couch, and a man sitting behind a desk*
 * on her way out, the attendant looks at Keefe and says, "just... be open with him, he's here to help you."*

Dr.Milwan is a middle aged man in his 700-800's. He has a stern face that is ALMOST as scary as Bronte's.

Dr.Milwan- "Now listen kid, im here to help you, so if you don't get that 'know it all' look off your face, ill kick you right out for wasting my time."

Keefe- "Dr.Grumpy,I would LOVE to leave you, but my amazing dad forced me to go here..."

Dr.Milwan- *looks at Keefe as if he is examining every secret, every cry, every pain Keefe has ever had*

Keefe- he must be good at his job,he's making me feel like a test subject he must examine...

Dr.Milwan- "Ok, lets get started, im going to say a series of words, and you're going to tell me the first thing that comes to mind when I say it. Got that?"

Keefe- "Mhm..."

Dr.Milwan- *looks at the paper the attendant gave him, then looks straight into Keefe's eyes* "Dad"

Keefe- *slunches in his chair*

Dr.Milwan- "ok... how about butterfly?"

Keefe- "happy"

Dr.Milwan-"water"

Keefe- "free"

Dr.Milwan- "Shadows"

Keefe- "Bangs boy" Keefe- "Forget it"
 * Dr.Milwan gives Keefe a questioning look*

Dr.Milwan-" frogs, trees, fire, dirt"

Keefe- "unequal, mistreated, misunderstood, me." Keefe- im glad hes not looking at me like Sophie does
 * Dr.Milwan's facial expression softens to a face of understanding, not pity*

Dr. Milwan-"Mom, Dad"

Keefe- *gets tense* "..."

Dr.Milwan- "ok, flowers, friends, fun"

Keefe- *loosens up a bit* " Calla, Fitz, Lady Gisela"

Dr.Milwan- "family"

Keefe- "Vacker"

Dr.Milwan-"Foster"

Keefe- "Beautiful," *Keefe jumps up* "Dont tell her I said that, ok!?"

-Pommy the Pyro