By venom2951 on Skatehive
"Mr. Oscar, I'm Doctor Benjamin, for the next three months or longer as the case maybe I'll be sitting here every Thursday to hear you talk about whatever you feel like moving off your chest." Oscar sat down without uttering a word. He just watched as Doctor Benjamin brought out his note book, and a fountain pen. "I will just take records of necessary things to see how i can properly help you." He reassured. "So Mr. Oscar, do you know why you are here?" He asked. After a brief pause. "You make it look like I committed and ofence and was sent to the principal's office." Oscar said. "If you say it like that, then, I would ask. Did anything go wrong?" Doc asked. Oscar had carried the weight of serving in the military for almost half of his life. The pictures had been glued to his memory and almost inseperable like they were part of him. People with those scars see talking as a form of weakness and not strength and it was no different from Oscar. Doctor Benjamin had been long in the busine