One Crow For Sorrow| Tyler x Reader ~Read Caption~

Two Crows For Mirth

Smart, Thing. "The first order of business is to get out of this torture chamber." The frantic tapping is almost humorous. "Of course I have a plan. And it begins now."

Weems tells me where the room I will need to go for therapy. She will try and stop me from running away.

"I read the notes from your school counselor."

"Mrs. Bronstein. She had a nervous breakdown after our last session and had to take a six-month sabbatical."

"Go ahead and take a seat." I sit. "How did you feel about that?"

"Vindicated. But someone who crochets for a hobby is not a worthy adversary."

"Adversary? I hope we can build a relationship built of mutual trust and respect." I scoff. "This is a safe space, Thursday. A sanctuary where we can discuss anything. What you're thinking, feeling, your views on the world, personal philosophy."

"That's easy. That's easy I think that this a waste of time. I see the world as a place that must be endured, and my philosophy is kill or be killed."

"So for instance, when someone bullies your brother, your response is to dump a bunch of piranhas in the pool?"

"You know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight. Unless it's concealed."

"Point is, you assaulted a boy, and showed no remorse for your actions." She scans my face up and down. "That's why you're here."

"He lost a testicle. I did the world a favor. People like Dalton should not procreate. I've answered you plethora of questions." I stand up to leave.

"We're not done yet. Therapy is a valuable tool to help you understand yourself."

"I know who I am."

"It can teach you knew ways to deal with your emotions."

"I don't have those."

"It can also help you build you want."

"I know the life I want."

"Tell me about it. Everything in the sessions are strictly confidential. Do your plans involve becoming a writer? I understand you've written three novels about a teen detective, Viper De La Muerte. Can you tell me about her?"

"Viper is smart, perspective, chronically misunderstood."

"Any luck getting your work published?"

"Editors ate short-sighted, fear-based life forms." I look up at her. "One once described my writing as gratuitously morbid, and suggested that I see psychiatric help."

"And how did you did take that?"

"I sent her a thank you." I think back to when I put mouse traps into a box and sent it to her. My lips almost twitch up. "I've always been open to constructive criticism."

"I'm glad to hear that. Because I was sent the manuscripts as a part of your psych evaluation. The relationship I found most intriguing was that of Viper and her mother Dominica. Why don't we dig into that." I don't speak. "Part of the journey requires us going to uncomfortable places. Emotionally."

"I don't travel well. Do you mind if I use the powder room first?" She points to the lavatory and I stand and walk to it. I then lock the door.

I turn and something falls. "Thursday? Is everything alright? You can't hide for the rest of the session."

"Yes, I know. Just preparing myself for my uncomfortable journey." I open my palm and look back. "Nail file."

Thing retreats back into my bad and I jump out of the window. I wander around until I finally spot a place called Weathervane. Weems brought this place up. I'm in need of a pick me up. Today has been dreadful.