Psychiatrist Session Part 1

I decided to post one of my stories because everyone in class says I should. Maybe I will become famous one day. And that is quoting from some fanatic at school who says she likes to hear me read when its my turn...weird. lol. Anyway, here goes. This one is called Psychiatrist Session and it is based on this one time that my grandmother came to visit (when I was a kid). Im breaking it up into 2 parts, ok, here I go!

"It was the way it all happened that still give me the feeling of insecurity."

"What is it Mr. Rivera.  What is this insecurity in which you speak of?"

"I don't know if I can tell you...how can I be sure that I can trust you?"

"Mr. Rivera, I can assure you that I am a true professional in my field and I do not disclose any information my clients divulge."

"Okay.  I believe you, but please...please...don't call me Mr. Rivera; it makes me feel older than I relaly am. Call me Paul."

"Of coarse Mr. Rivera...of coarse.  You may begin at any time."

"Yeah well, it was a hot summer day.  I think it was the middle of July or something.  My brother and me were excited because we had just gotten a grand new pool.  My parents paid two thousand dollars for it.  You know, one of those metal, above ground pools.  I remember staring out of my bedroom window the day before, when they had finished installing it. The way the water glistened...oh yes, the way the water glistened...it gave me a feeling of tranquility...peace.  I desperately wanted it to become my safe haven.  I wanted to swim like the fishes."

"Are you sure you don't mean, 'sleep WITH the fishes?' Ha, Ha, Ha!"

"No."

"Sorry, just a little humor I gathered from..."

"Yeah okay...anyway, my grandmother came to visit us that same day.  Since she was older than me, and a visitor to our household, she was given all rights to my room. I hated that rule.  My mother made that rule up you know!  I slept on the floor next to my confiscated bed, watching in disgust as grandma's old skin smothered the sheets till' they turned blue."

"Ha, Ha! Very funny Mr. Rivera, but surely you mean that as a figure of speech!"

"No...my sheets were originally white.  And once again, please call me Paul."

"Ah yes, of coarse."

"As I was saying, my mother allowed my grandmother to take over everything that belonged to me.  My bed, my bathroom, my deoderant, even my towels and my soap.  I remember...my God...taking a shower and as I was prepared to wash myself, noticed some long squiggly pubic hairs imprinted in my bar of soap!  I bought my own soap for this reason, and, obviously my grandmother didn't care.  I mean, my soap was in a box, marked 'PAUL's SOAP.'  Only a blind person could miss that.  And my grandma wasn't blind."

"Well...don't you think those pubic hairs could have belonged to you?"

"No...I was only seven.  I hadn't matured to that level yet.  I was obvious that she was getting out of control.  She used everything that belonged to me.  The order...in which I had gained comfort in, simply vanished.

To be continued...(ooooooh, the suspense!)