<div style="text-align: justify;">Emily had honestly not noticed how much time had passed between the time someone knocked on the door and the time she said they could get in. It was not like her to keep people waiting, and she wouldn’t have chosen to do it had she been in her normal state. But she wasn’t, not since she had been dumped in that place. <br/><br/>Shaking her head when Ian poke his head inside the door, Emily looked at him for a moment. At least it was a new face. All of the people she had met so far were incredibly boring, maybe this one would be a little more interesting. Maybe he would be more interesting than her journal, but Emily doubted he would. He worked there, after all. That probably meant he was just like everyone else and thought she had a problem that needed to be dealt with. <br/><br/>When the new doctor greeted her, Emily slid her pencil inside the journal and closed it. It wouldn’t kill her to be polite, after all. “Hello, doctor”, she replied, her voice quiet and void of any actual feeling. “Pleasure”, Emily continued when Ian finally introduced himself. No, it wasn’t a pleasure. It wasn’t a pleasure at all. She didn’t want to meet this man, or anyone else, for that matter. <br/><br/>After greeting Ian, Emily fell silent, her gaze following his every move. When he sat on her bed, Emily slid a little on the mattress, putting a slightly bigger difference between the two bodies. It was a bit of a silent statement: <span style="font-style: italic">stay away, don’t come too close</span>. For some reason, Emily felt that, for now, she didn’t really need to say it out aloud. Once she was a little more comfortable with the distance, Emily thought about Ian’s question. Rationally, she knew that she could give the answer he probably wanted to hear. But that was not the answer she actually wanted to give. Emily stayed silent for a few minutes, wondering which answer she wanted to give. <br/><br/>For some reason, she decided to be completely honest - probably for the first time since she had set foot in there. “I know the answer everyone wants to hear- because I have a problem, and I can’t control myself”, she started, not looking at Ian, but at the nearest wall. “But no, I don’t”, Emily continued, now turning to look at Ian. “I know I’m not perfect, but I was trying to make everything work, and… I thought it was working, you know. And then because I’m stressed, I’m dumped here. Tell me, doctor… wouldn’t you be stressed if your mother died all of a sudden and just like this, everything started being your job?”.<br/><br/>After saying these words, Emily shook her head and bit her lower lip. Should she apologize? No. She had said what he wanted to hear, and then what she really felt like saying. It was his job to deal with it. And maybe, while here, she could actually say what was in her mind for a while, without caring about hurting someone's feelings.</div>