She looked at him and suddenly felt puzzled,<span style="font-style: italic">the way I'm presenting myself? How can I present myself if I'm reserved</span>she thought to herself. What confused her deeper is how he knew what she thought of him, how on earth did he figure that out, in such little time. She shrugged, "all doctors are the same to me. You go in, tell them what's going on, they ask you some questions then tell you what you need to do to get better" she said and noticed his body language. The way he sat up, resting his arms firmly on the desk and how he was sitting slightly forward, looking at her. She could almost instantly tell he was analyzing her. The bewilderment dawned on her more as he exclaimed that he could "sense" agitation from her.<span style="font-style: italic">How the hell is he doing this?</span>, she asked herself. The one thing she hated most was someone being smarter than she was.<br/><br/>"Yes, I understand that I don't need to feel agitated here. I just find it rather puzzling that you know all of this about me, when I have barely told you anything. That's all." she said, her intention wasn't to anger or annoy Dr. Takashi, but she didn't feel like she wanted to be completely open with him. She listened to his reasoning further and sighed, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her eyes.<br/><br/>"Well really what caused this whole thing was abuse from my former boyfriend. When I first met him he didn't seem like a temperamental type of person but I guess he showed his true colors after we were dating for a while" she said letting out another sigh, "how foolish, I was. He had his own problems with family and work, so like any girlfriend would do, I tried to comfort him. Because any girlfriend hates to see their boyfriend upset. Unfortunately this idea backfired on me, it started out as harsh yelling but soon became physical. I became his punching bag, his stress reliever. Of course, I would try to fight back but he was simply stronger than me. I do have lots of knowledge of self defense so it confused me that I could keep him off me. At that point any girlfriend who break off the relationship, but I decided to try and get him help, but that did no good. I soon became a nuisance to him, unwanted, hated, a pest." she said neutrally like it was nothing.<br/><br/>"But there was one night where he was drunk and beat so much that I had to be taken to he hospital for serious injury. He was soon arrested after that. While I was in the hospital, the whole relationship coursed through my mind and I came to the realization I was just used by him. That is when this whole "depression" as you call it, started. So that is why I'm here" she finished, trying to focus on him. She listened to what he had to say and examined his body language more. Sitting on top of his desk,<span style="font-style: italic">childlike</span>. Finally stepping to the window with his hands in his pockets. "It's not that easy, I can't take myself away from the negative environment because it's everywhere. Life is the bad environment." she said a little stubbornly. "Are you telling me I should kill myself? Because I've tried that before, and isn't that why I'm here? So I won't kill myself" she said questioningly.