Celine sat in the same room, Dr. Phelps awaiting her thoughts and feelings. The pictures on the walls seemed to scream at her, telling her the hour would go by much quicker if she would just give into Dr. Phelps and tell her everything. From her past to Reed, if she told her everything then her shoulders would sag from the relief of the burden she desperately tried to hide from others. That damn wall of certificates taunted her, telling her that she was stupid for resisting. And what the hell did it mean that each Rorschach test looked like an ominous monster waiting in a dark alley to attack and kill in inventive and cruel ways? Did that mean she was crazy?
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