This month’s prompt was –
“Take any character from one of your books and put them in a therapy session. Write a (short!) scene about what happens. (You can include multiple characters and make it a group therapy session.)”
Viola! Jeff Ryan, my broody bird asked to have a therapy session. He also requested that his therapy should be supervised by one particular person. No, it’s not some famous psychiatrist. It’s with his maker. Also know as the Writer.
Jeff enters the room and sits across me.
“My creator and benefactor,” he says. “Why have you made me the way I am.” It’s a question, but he says it as a statement. Like he’s totally okay with it. And maybe he is. He smirks, his dark hair falling over his forehead. “I need so much help.” Sarcasm, as I always say, is his second mother.
The boy is always so sure about himself, I don’t know why he’s come to me. Me! His God. He doesn’t really respect me. Or ask me before he does something. He simply leaps across the page and diverts the story his way. So why is he here?
Why did he ask for a therapy session with me?
To mock me surely.
He crosses his arms across his chest and I ask him, “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
Not that he’s really going to tell me anything. He’s the kind of person, whose left eye won’t know what the right eye is looking at. Uh Ah. But I have to complete the formalities.
See. I’m Psychic.
But then he unwinds and leans on the backrest of his chair. Even though his hair covers most of his face, I see despair. And partly, I know I’m the cause of it. I feel ashamed. “Don’t be,” he looks through the dark locks, straight into my eyes. “I like being the way I am. Don’t be sorry. But-” And I know the hard part is coming now. “I know you like telling stories, now listen to mine.”
There it comes. He silenced me with fewer words I could come up with. This is one of the things I like about him. He may be curt, but at least he’s truthful and speaks to the point. Not your annoying beating around the bush guy. I think that makes him strong. I nod my head and let him start. I really want to hear this one.
“I’m Jeff Ryan. Born on 7th Sept- You know what? Those details aren’t important. Unlike you authors I cannot fill my blank pages with trivial information. Here’s my life, at the moment: I’m in love with one girl and I’m dating another. I’m pursing a field of subject that I don’t even like anymore. I work and slog so much for my life to be a better one, and I’m not being ironic, but all this ‘making my life better’ is draining the life out of me. I keep telling myself that tomorrow is a new day. Guess what? That’s a lie. It will be exactly like today. I’ve lost my way and I don’t know who I am. I feel worthless. Because of you.”
Because of me, he blames me.
“Do you hate me?” I ask him. I tremble, water filling my eyes. When I made this life.. while I’m making this life for him, I never thought of how he’d handle it. How he would take it. He must hate me.
“Dude, I’m not done.”
I nod. But I don’t feel okay. I want to run away. Or cry. Right now. Real hard.
I maybe a writer. But characters in books have so much more life than we can predict. And he’s using all that energy to make me realize he’s real. Not just a fictional character but an actual being.
“But you’ve made me an independent person. And even though tomorrow is going to be like the thousand yesterdays you’ve played in your head. It’s because of you that I’ve got the audacity to kick fate in it’s face and tell it, ‘Look, this is the road we’re taking.’ I’ve got problems. And I know, you’ve got several more ahead for me. Maybe that includes killing me off your story or having me kill someone. Oh! By the way – I’m pretty good with handguns too – So yeah. But the fact is, I’ve got a girl I love. And soon enough I’ll find a purpose to follow. But there’s one thing I don’t have: Problems.”
My character dealt with life so much better than I could. I sit there speechless, tears spilling down my cheeks.
“And that’s because of you too.”
I want to rush into him and hug him. But knowing him, it’s too soon for such a gesture. I let him get up, and smirk, as he makes his way out. I don’t know if this was a therapy session for him or me. I have a feeling we both needed this. Me, to realize that sometimes the part we play in shaping another person’s life is for a reason. For him, this could have been an excuse to let it all out. I still don’t know.
“I’m Jeff Ryan. Born on 7th September. Completed 20 years on this planet. And… I have no problems.” God bless this boy.
And since I am God, I’ve already done that. Jeff will find a way. He will have a different tomorrow – only if he holds on .. that.. or if he controls his fate.
“Thank you,” he says softly, as he leaves.
I want to tell him that I’m proud of him, but all I say is, “No Problem.”
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