//------------------------------// // Chapter 3 : A session at the psychologist // Story: The BAD luck of my LIFE // by Spirit Lunar //------------------------------// At the end of the meatless meal, the guards and Princess Luna returned to the conference and the afternoon went the same as the morning. Later the princess, surrounded by three guards, burst into the game room and looked at the guard who was watching me, waiting for an answer. "I'm sorry, but nopony came to pick her up, Princess," my caretaker informed Luna. She sighed and gave me a tired smile that my mother made when I was little and she came home from work. Luna hugged me. She explained to the guards that she had to make a detour and ordered them to return to the hotel and rest. I raised my eyebrows, wondering what she meant by 'detour'. Princess Luna waved to me from the front door with her head. I went to her and we boarded her personal carriage again, where she sat comfortably on her side. "What detour were you talking about earlier?" I asked her. "You have to work on your memory. We were going to see a psychologist if we did not find any signs of your parents." "Who's my psychologist?" "Meteor Breath, a really sweet mare, during my convalescence she helped me a lot with the feelings of guilt I had," Luna explained. We finally arrived at the end of our journey: a house with a garden just like the one in the neighborhood. It had a red stone facade invaded by ivy and a set of steps to reach the porch. A golden plate was to the right of a beautiful brown door with a golden knob to knock. Luna promptly used this with her magic, smiling at me to give confidence. A unicorn mare with a fiery mane, black cloak and violet eyes opened the door. She greeted us with a smile and ushered us into a modern living room with a wooden floor and large windows that brought in strong outdoor light. She begged us to wait in the living room and served us cookies and apple juice on the coffee table to eat if we were hungry before disappearing behind a double door to end the session with her previous client. Luna sat on the black fabric sofa and waved for me to join her. The food in the restaurant we went to was so disgusting that I basically devoured both the cookies and the bottle of apple juice. Luna ordered me to stop eating like I was starving to death and to leave food for the others. Ashamed but still hungry, I stopped and lay on the couch looking down. She levitated a children's book lying on the coffee table and suggested that I read it with her. She was very surprised that I could read that well at my age and I was astonished that the book was written in English. Meteor Breath came out next to a blue stallion with green eyes who thanked her for solving his problem. She smiled at me and asked who the meeting was for. Princess Luna told her it was for me. She smiled at me again, inviting me to come in and introduced herself as Meteor Breath. I gave her my name and she said that it was a pretty name. Luna, who was following me as we entered the room, was turned away from the session. She rebelled. "Mrs. Breath, how do you want me to help this filly if I do not understand her problem?" "Your Highness, If I want to be able to work with her so we can move forward, I must be able to bond with her. Now excuse me, I have work to do." "How dare you, miserable–" Princess Luna was cut off by this unicorn that didn't really seem to fear her. "Calm down, it's my patient and my session, so stay in the waiting room," she instructed. She quietly closed the door to the stunned princess and turned to me. The room had a color scheme designed to put one immediately at ease. The mare asked me what I wanted to do. "You do not want to listen to my story?" I asked her; I was still hopeful that she would believe me. "Of course, I'm sure it's very interesting." It was then that I realized there was no hope of convincing her, but I repeated my story anyway in case a miracle happened. She took notes on her little purple notebook and her eyes became adorably teared up when I started to talk about the building guard's beheading. The more I her, the more I wanted to hold her in my arms. She looked so much like one of my old cuddly toys from Earth. I do not know why her in particular but I had a very strong desire to snuggle with her. At the end of the session after I told my story and answered a whole bunch of stupid questions like 'What's your favorite color?', the psychologist asked me to draw whatever I wanted on a blank sheet of paper while she went to get treats for us to conclude our session. I started trying to write on the paper with my hooves but had no success; each letter turned out like a wave. As I tried I heard the repetitive noise of something banging on the window. I cautiously approached the window until I saw a familiar set of red armor. I murmured weakly, "Oh no." "Oh yes," said Lord Hatred in his powerful voice. Then, with an powerful punch, he broke the glass into approximately ten pieces. I quickly stepped back to avoid the splinters of the old window as he stepped through in a careless manner. He looked at me and disguised himself with a construction uniform. "Mr. Anon, let me introduce myself. I am Lord Hatred, foreman. I think a redesign of this room is in order." I was scared and shaking in a corner of the room. He lifted the desk with both hands, lifted it above his head, and threw it out the window. "How nice to let off steam!" he proclaimed. He grabbed me while I was paralyzed with fear and set me down in the middle of the room. He then ransacked the rest of the room, including the paintings and bookcase before disappearing at the sound of hooves. Meteor breath opened the door; smiling as usual until she saw the devastated room. She dropped the packet of cake she was levitating beside her and stared at me with her mouth open. I was shaking and noticed that I was crying when I felt my face hair getting wet. She slowly approached me and despite her hesitation gave me a gentle hug. Then we left the room and she asked me to go eat the cake pack in the kitchen. I shook me head, and still trembling like a leaf from the brutality of the scene sat at a small table in the kitchen before eating the package on my back from Meteor Breath. - Meteor Breathe - I did not know what to think. My room had been destroyed in a few minutes and I found Anon on the ground trembling like a poor little thing. I know that I have to talk to Princess Luna because she has to know, but knowing the princess she will go to hold this filly who seems to be in trouble internally. I thought until then to have recognized small behavioral disorders here and there, but to show such violence? I took a breath and headed towards the Princess who was reading a magazine in the waiting room, having apparently not noticed anything. I wondered how worried she was before she tried to get my attention. "Princess, I'd like to talk to you about Anon's case." "I thought that it was your client and your session so therefore it was private," she retorted without lifting her muzzle. "I know, but... how do you say... Anon seems to have a quite violent crisis." "Specify." Worried, she raised her muzzle from her read. "Well, first do not blame her. She seemed as devastated by her crisis as my room–" "Your room was devastated?" "Excuse me, I did not want to talk about it like this. Anon, while I was going to get food from the kitchen, destroyed my room." "What? Show me!" Luna cried out. "I'm not sure Princess, given your emotional difficulty with–" "Show me and stop telling me about my emotional difficulties!" she ordered. She walked at the speed of wind towards the entrance of my consultation room and was surprised, though less than I, at the quantity of destruction. "How could she?" she whispered to herself. "It looks like this filly is in the hooves," I joked awkwardly in a vain attempt to calm the atmosphere. "It's no time to jest Mrs. Breath. I demand to see Anon!" I mustered all of my courage and calmed Luna. "Only if you promise to be calm and conciliatory with her!" "Okay, I'll be calm and conciliatory when I see her," she sighed. Glad to have calmed what I thought was dull anger, I guided her to the kitchen where Anon was. Only an empty cake packet remained. - Anon - I ran away into the city, falling to the ground but not stopping, this body was a real disadvantage when running. The rain soaked me and most of my face was covered in mud from my failed landing on the house's lawn. I had fled, and for good reason; Lord Hatred would make me look crazy in front of the psychologist and I would be locked up with real crazy horses. Luckily, I found my old barrel where I snuggled in. Tired by my run in the streets, I fell asleep too tired to see the blurry blue silhouette heading towards me.