Post by Dagger Dave on Aug 4, 2011 17:03:21 GMT
Dave had been thinking about his past a whole bunch lately. The scars that had been left, mentally, physically, and emotionally, were starting to get to him. The horrible experiences he had were just unbearable. A recent nightmare about the incident that caused him to be kicked out of the orphanage when he was fourteen had been haunting him. It was as if he was living major events of his childhood in continuous nightmares. It didn’t help his mood either. He had more anger stored in him than usual and the slightest of the slightest things would trigger a reaction from him.
He was sitting at a nearby park, trying his hardest to enjoy the nice, relaxing day. In between his middle and index fingers of his right hand was a cigarette, freshly lit. It was his stress reliever. Considering he smoked around a pack and a half a day like it was nothing, some may say Dave is quite stressed. He was sitting alone, watching people enjoy themselves.
One of the few people that had a mutual level of respect for Dave and the closest thing he could call a friend, Gene Long, walked up to him.
“Long time no see!” Gene used to work next to Dave when he had a job as a bag boy at a local grocery store before a couple of vandals burned the place into smithereens. The two hadn’t talked in years and Gene knew exactly how Dave was, but he felt bad for Dave. Dave was a dick, a douchebag, everything you could come up with that came of as a selfish asshole was a great word to describe him. But Gene felt Dave needed an outlet at times, someone he could go to and talk to.
“How’s the wrestling business been?” Dave looked at Gene and just started to chuckle. The wrestling business to Dave was a joke. He had yet to feel that he found a place he could call home, even though the FWF was slowly starting to warm up to him.
“I haven’t found a bit of talent yet that is compared to mine. I mean, the last person I had to face wasn’t even an opponent. Seth Jacobs or whatever the fuck his name was. I am supposed to be in some highly praised tournament and this is the fucking talent I have to go though.” Gene could tell Dave was obviously angered. To Dave, he had never faced an opponent that stood up to par to his abilities and didn’t think there was one.
“Well, do you have someone new that you face this week that maybe a stronger opponent than your past few matches?” The name came straight to Dave’s head, Tim E. Vortex.
“Some fucking time traveler dude. I mean what the fuck kind of opponent is that? Is he going to teleport back in time to counter a move that decided the match or some shit like that? They can’t give me a quality opponent that has the abilities that I do and they never will.”
“Well, just keep proving yourself and I am sure you will be at the top in no time.” Dave began to laugh hysterically once again before choking from the cigarette smoke that remained in his mouth. He quickly regained his composure and took another puff before extinguishing the remains.
“Have you seen my life? I am always overlooked by people that don’t deserve what they get. I have busted my ass off for years just to be pushed to the back of the line each time and forgotten about. What would make you think that beating some fucker that can warp through time or whatever the fuck he can do will get me to where I need to be?” Something was bugging Dave and Gene could feel it. He knew Dave had a hard exterior when he worked with him and came off as a prick, but it was getting worse. It was as if something had been haunting him and he had to get to the bottom of it.
“Dave, I think you may want to find out why you feel this way.”
“I already know why I feel this way. It’s because I have always been on the shit end of things and everyone thought they could treat me like crap and get away with it. I got sick and fucking tired of it always being me that had his life fucked up. What did I do to deserve this?”
“You don’t deserve this. No one does. But I think you need to talk to someone about it. Not me, I am not a professional at it. I suggest you see someone like a shrink or a psychiatrist or something like that.” By the look on Dave’s face, it looked like an automatic no.
“There’s no way in hell I am going to pay money to tell someone about my problems.”
“I knew you were going to say no, but I want you to have a change of mind on this one, Dave. Hell, I will pay for your session if you need be. I just want to help you get to the bottom of what makes you feel this way.” Dave seemed reluctant at this point. It’s not like he had anything better to do. Plus, it was something that he had to do at no cost. Eh, why not?
“…Fine, I will go see some damn psychiatrist so it makes you happy. I am telling you though; he won’t tell me something that I already don’t know.” Dave was stubborn, more stubborn than a jackass itself. He felt Gene was only wasting his time by trying to figure it out, but he felt like proving him wrong.
“There is a guy I know named Doctor Phil-“ Dave cut him off.
“You aren’t taking me to some fake ass that pulls some bull shit for money.” Gene chuckled with Dave’s quick reaction to the name.”
“No, no, no. You got it all wrong, dude. The guy’s name is Doctor Phillip Jacques. He is the best psychiatrist on the West Coast. He only lives about fifteen minutes away from here.” Gene pulled out his wallet and handed Dave the card he owned about the psychiatrist.
“I want you to call him and take my appointment for today. It starts in about three hours.”
“Whatever you say, Gene. You are the one that is wasting your money.” Dave was dead sure this guy was going to do nothing for him. Gene placed his wallet back into his pocket and got back onto his feet. It was about time for him to leave.
“Well, I have to go pick up my daughter from her ballet recital. I hope he helps you out, man. It was nice seeing you again.”
“Yup.” Dave gave a little wave and then acted as if Gene wasn’t there anymore. Gene was slightly upset that he couldn’t even get a goodbye from Dave, but he was sympathetic for him. He never had to go through what Dave did, and he never did want to go through what Dave did. He smiled and walked towards his car. Dave didn’t give him a second look. He pulled out his pack of Marlboro cigarettes and placed another one in his mouth.
THREE HOURS LATER
Phillip Jacques was sitting in his office, talking to a man about his latest problems. He was jotting down notes quicker than the man was talking.
“And I guess that’s why I have a problem with hoarding.” The psychiatrist quickly finished up his notes right before the little timer went off that was on his desk.
“Well, that’s all for our session today, Mikey. Now, take the medicine I prescribed you four times a day and then come back next week and we will finish up on how we are going to get rid of your problem.” The man smiled and hopped off the bed he was lying on. As soon as he left the room, Dave walked in. He was ready to get this over with.
“Ah yes, you must be Dave Damon? Gene gave me a call.”
“Yup, I hope you’re ready to get some free money, cause I already know why I am the way I am.” Such an arrogant asshole he was. It gave Jacques a hearty laugh. He knew that Dave was going to be a challenge and he was ready for it.
“Well, have a seat and we shall begin.” Dave plopped onto the chair and got comfortable. He was ready for whatever the doctor had for him.
“So, what do you wanna hear first? My fucked up childhood? How much I hate people? Start asking questions, doc.” He was ready to hear whatever the doctor had in store for him.
“Well, I will start by asking about your relationship about your father.” Dave already figured he was going to ask that.
“A no brainer on that one. My father was a bigger dick than I am. He was a pussy, someone that couldn’t handle being with me. He was weak and is someone I never want to be. He ran away from life and thought he was some big hot shot. If I could see him today, I would punch him in the face with a cinderblock.” Ouch. Doctor Jacques quickly added some notes that to others looked like nothing more than scribbles.
“Well, what about your mother?” Dave tensed up a little bit. He figured this question was going to be asked, but he never put much thought into it.
“My mom…I don’t want to talk about it yet.” Bingo. He had already found something that was bugging Dave and maybe the cause of his erratic behavior.
“I know you may not want to talk about it, but I am here for you, Dave. You can tell me anything and it will never leave this room.” Could Dave trust this guy? No, he couldn’t. Or could he? People always took advantage of Dave when he tried to open up, even over the littlest of things. He was contemplating it, not sure on whether or not to talk about it. It was his choice. Thoughts rushed through his heads and it’s like Doctor Jacques was somebody he could already talk to and Dave just met the guy not even five minutes ago. Damn, he was good.
“Well, when I was twenty…”
He was sitting at a nearby park, trying his hardest to enjoy the nice, relaxing day. In between his middle and index fingers of his right hand was a cigarette, freshly lit. It was his stress reliever. Considering he smoked around a pack and a half a day like it was nothing, some may say Dave is quite stressed. He was sitting alone, watching people enjoy themselves.
One of the few people that had a mutual level of respect for Dave and the closest thing he could call a friend, Gene Long, walked up to him.
“Long time no see!” Gene used to work next to Dave when he had a job as a bag boy at a local grocery store before a couple of vandals burned the place into smithereens. The two hadn’t talked in years and Gene knew exactly how Dave was, but he felt bad for Dave. Dave was a dick, a douchebag, everything you could come up with that came of as a selfish asshole was a great word to describe him. But Gene felt Dave needed an outlet at times, someone he could go to and talk to.
“How’s the wrestling business been?” Dave looked at Gene and just started to chuckle. The wrestling business to Dave was a joke. He had yet to feel that he found a place he could call home, even though the FWF was slowly starting to warm up to him.
“I haven’t found a bit of talent yet that is compared to mine. I mean, the last person I had to face wasn’t even an opponent. Seth Jacobs or whatever the fuck his name was. I am supposed to be in some highly praised tournament and this is the fucking talent I have to go though.” Gene could tell Dave was obviously angered. To Dave, he had never faced an opponent that stood up to par to his abilities and didn’t think there was one.
“Well, do you have someone new that you face this week that maybe a stronger opponent than your past few matches?” The name came straight to Dave’s head, Tim E. Vortex.
“Some fucking time traveler dude. I mean what the fuck kind of opponent is that? Is he going to teleport back in time to counter a move that decided the match or some shit like that? They can’t give me a quality opponent that has the abilities that I do and they never will.”
“Well, just keep proving yourself and I am sure you will be at the top in no time.” Dave began to laugh hysterically once again before choking from the cigarette smoke that remained in his mouth. He quickly regained his composure and took another puff before extinguishing the remains.
“Have you seen my life? I am always overlooked by people that don’t deserve what they get. I have busted my ass off for years just to be pushed to the back of the line each time and forgotten about. What would make you think that beating some fucker that can warp through time or whatever the fuck he can do will get me to where I need to be?” Something was bugging Dave and Gene could feel it. He knew Dave had a hard exterior when he worked with him and came off as a prick, but it was getting worse. It was as if something had been haunting him and he had to get to the bottom of it.
“Dave, I think you may want to find out why you feel this way.”
“I already know why I feel this way. It’s because I have always been on the shit end of things and everyone thought they could treat me like crap and get away with it. I got sick and fucking tired of it always being me that had his life fucked up. What did I do to deserve this?”
“You don’t deserve this. No one does. But I think you need to talk to someone about it. Not me, I am not a professional at it. I suggest you see someone like a shrink or a psychiatrist or something like that.” By the look on Dave’s face, it looked like an automatic no.
“There’s no way in hell I am going to pay money to tell someone about my problems.”
“I knew you were going to say no, but I want you to have a change of mind on this one, Dave. Hell, I will pay for your session if you need be. I just want to help you get to the bottom of what makes you feel this way.” Dave seemed reluctant at this point. It’s not like he had anything better to do. Plus, it was something that he had to do at no cost. Eh, why not?
“…Fine, I will go see some damn psychiatrist so it makes you happy. I am telling you though; he won’t tell me something that I already don’t know.” Dave was stubborn, more stubborn than a jackass itself. He felt Gene was only wasting his time by trying to figure it out, but he felt like proving him wrong.
“There is a guy I know named Doctor Phil-“ Dave cut him off.
“You aren’t taking me to some fake ass that pulls some bull shit for money.” Gene chuckled with Dave’s quick reaction to the name.”
“No, no, no. You got it all wrong, dude. The guy’s name is Doctor Phillip Jacques. He is the best psychiatrist on the West Coast. He only lives about fifteen minutes away from here.” Gene pulled out his wallet and handed Dave the card he owned about the psychiatrist.
“I want you to call him and take my appointment for today. It starts in about three hours.”
“Whatever you say, Gene. You are the one that is wasting your money.” Dave was dead sure this guy was going to do nothing for him. Gene placed his wallet back into his pocket and got back onto his feet. It was about time for him to leave.
“Well, I have to go pick up my daughter from her ballet recital. I hope he helps you out, man. It was nice seeing you again.”
“Yup.” Dave gave a little wave and then acted as if Gene wasn’t there anymore. Gene was slightly upset that he couldn’t even get a goodbye from Dave, but he was sympathetic for him. He never had to go through what Dave did, and he never did want to go through what Dave did. He smiled and walked towards his car. Dave didn’t give him a second look. He pulled out his pack of Marlboro cigarettes and placed another one in his mouth.
THREE HOURS LATER
Phillip Jacques was sitting in his office, talking to a man about his latest problems. He was jotting down notes quicker than the man was talking.
“And I guess that’s why I have a problem with hoarding.” The psychiatrist quickly finished up his notes right before the little timer went off that was on his desk.
“Well, that’s all for our session today, Mikey. Now, take the medicine I prescribed you four times a day and then come back next week and we will finish up on how we are going to get rid of your problem.” The man smiled and hopped off the bed he was lying on. As soon as he left the room, Dave walked in. He was ready to get this over with.
“Ah yes, you must be Dave Damon? Gene gave me a call.”
“Yup, I hope you’re ready to get some free money, cause I already know why I am the way I am.” Such an arrogant asshole he was. It gave Jacques a hearty laugh. He knew that Dave was going to be a challenge and he was ready for it.
“Well, have a seat and we shall begin.” Dave plopped onto the chair and got comfortable. He was ready for whatever the doctor had for him.
“So, what do you wanna hear first? My fucked up childhood? How much I hate people? Start asking questions, doc.” He was ready to hear whatever the doctor had in store for him.
“Well, I will start by asking about your relationship about your father.” Dave already figured he was going to ask that.
“A no brainer on that one. My father was a bigger dick than I am. He was a pussy, someone that couldn’t handle being with me. He was weak and is someone I never want to be. He ran away from life and thought he was some big hot shot. If I could see him today, I would punch him in the face with a cinderblock.” Ouch. Doctor Jacques quickly added some notes that to others looked like nothing more than scribbles.
“Well, what about your mother?” Dave tensed up a little bit. He figured this question was going to be asked, but he never put much thought into it.
“My mom…I don’t want to talk about it yet.” Bingo. He had already found something that was bugging Dave and maybe the cause of his erratic behavior.
“I know you may not want to talk about it, but I am here for you, Dave. You can tell me anything and it will never leave this room.” Could Dave trust this guy? No, he couldn’t. Or could he? People always took advantage of Dave when he tried to open up, even over the littlest of things. He was contemplating it, not sure on whether or not to talk about it. It was his choice. Thoughts rushed through his heads and it’s like Doctor Jacques was somebody he could already talk to and Dave just met the guy not even five minutes ago. Damn, he was good.
“Well, when I was twenty…”
