"And for some reason she's been distant lately and just won't open up to me." Said a woman with her arms crossed, tapping her foot with a pissed face while looking at a painting on the wall.
"Is that so." I said boredly while instinctively writing down what i was hearing.
"And di..." Said the woman, only for me to tune her out.
I sighed internally while looking at the woman rambling on with a pissed face and thought "she's going to say that she found panties in her dresser that aren't size and that she feels like her wife is cheating on her with another woman."
"Are you listening mr davidson." Asked the woman with a pissed face, feeling like I'm ignoring all her worries.
"Yes i am, please continue." I said calmly, lying so smoothly that one couldn't tell in the slightest that it was even a lie in the first place.
The woman took a deep breath and said while sitting back on the sofa and putting her hand in her purse and pulled out black laced panties and a bag full of condom wrappers in it with the ripped extra large word on them and said with a stuttering shakey voice with tears coming from her eyes "I found these under our bed and feel like my husband is cheating on me with another woman and i don't know what to do or feel at this point, I'm a hard working woman trying to provide for the whole family and taking care of the house at the same time I...i....j...just...don't know anymore."
I wrote down what i was hearing and asked calmly "Did you ever confront him about your feelings or...."
"YES I CONFRONTED HIM AND THAT WHORE OF A SISTER." Said the woman screaming at the top of her lungs with tears streaming down her face, interrupting me.
"Oh a sister this time that's new" I thought internally surprised since I've encountered the same generic trope stories during my career as a psychiatrist such as cheating, more cheating, mid life crisis issues, relationship struggles which can also be attributed to cheating etc.
Anyways my name is leonard davidson and i am a 49 year old psychiatrist that dose nothing but sit on my ass all day and listen to people rant on all day about there problems which is basically boring if you ask me since I've studied how the mind works and have a doctorate degree in psychiatry which is my favorite subject but it has long since gotten boring because people are so predictable that it has long since lost my interest.
"I've concluded that your diagnosed with borderline personality disorder." I said while looking up from the journal i was writing in.
The woman was surprised and suddenly started scratching her arm restlessly while mumbling "That's not true, it's just not true."
"Symptoms include emotional instability, feelings of worthlessness, insecurity, impulsivity, impaired social relationships, antisocial behavior, compulsive behavior, hostility, impulsivity, irritability, risk taking behaviors, self-destructive behavior, self-harm, social isolation, or lack of restraint
moods include, anger, anxiety, general discontent, guilt, loneliness, mood swings, or sadness, as for psychological, depression, distorted self-image, grandiosity, and narcissism." I said calmly while immediately catching the bleeding scratch marks on his arm.
The woman man seemingly refusing to believe what I've told her, continued to scratch her arm while mumbling to herself with tears streaming down her face.
"Have you been experiencing any suicidal thoughts lately." I asked calmly while looking at the clock on the wall noticing her time was up and closed my journal and locked it back with the lock that i keep on it which has vital information on my patients.
"Y....y....yes." Said the woman stuttering while scratching her arm even harder with bloodshot eyes.
I sighed and said "Then you hav..."
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
"N...NO I...D....DON'T." Said the man screaming an stuttering with a gun in his hand.
I was shocked and immediately held my stomach where i was shot at and coughed up blood.
*SPLAT*
"Th....this is all y....your...fault...yes this is your fault for leaving me and having 2 children with my sister." Said the womam crazily while moving his hair out of his face, revealing bloodshot eyes.
I was even more shocked and coughed up even more blood as my breathing slowly stopped and thought "I fucking hate life."
(The woman's POV)
"Tch, now i have to move your body." Said the woman, clicking her teeth while coming over to my body and grabbed my arm and started pulling me while panting, only for me to fall on the floor.
*BOOM*
The man had a frustrated face and screamed "FUCK."
"Fuck this" Thought the woman while grabbing her stuff and left the room quickly, making a run for it, not knowing that his fingerprints will be found on my body by the police.
(Alexandra's POV)
"FUCK." I said screaming, waking up with my hand on my forehead trying to soothe my mind that's trying to process everything that's happened to me so far.
"Your finally awake." Said a woman's voice out of nowhere.
I immediately got up into a defensive stance and seen a woman sitting behind a desk in a suit that fully showcases her her luscious breasts and asked with a serious face "Who the hell are you."
"I'm the administrator of the reincarnation cycle now come take a seat ms davidson." Said the administrator woman with a sigh.
I took deep breaths to calm my nerves down and made my way over to the chair and sat in it, only to notice my body looked transparent and thought "So im really dead."
"Yes you are now now fill out this please." Said the administrator woman, sliding a piece of paper along with a pen in front of me with information on it.
I was surprised at her being able to read my thoughts but immediately came back to my senses and grabbed the pen and looked closely at the paper and read it which asked would i like to be reincarnated which is a obvious yes and started reading through the other questions and came across one that made me confused and looked up at the administrator woman who looked like she was getting her stuff ready so she could leave.
"Why does this one have options, can't i choose the world i want to go to." I asked because who wants to go back to earth and if you're wondering what I'm talking about, the paper I'm filling out only has options of what empires do I want to be reincarnated into and other questions like what i want my background to be and the year etc.
The administrator woman sighed again and said "The other universes are to full of reincarnaters and transmigraters thats why we bring in pitiful souls to travel through universe's to kill some of them because there flooding the universes and you being apart of history is the only available choice out right now and you can choose any year from 1700s and back to be born but not anything past the year 1799.
"So i basically died at the wrong moment." I said with the loudest sigh you would hear in your life.
"Basically dude." Said the administrator woman with a chill attitude while continuing with what she was doing which was getting her things ready so she could leave.
I sighed again and just looked back down at all the options on the paper which has tons of empires i could choose from to be reincarnated in and thought with my face turning serious while tapping the pen on the desk "What empire and year should I choose."
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THE END...
Hello everyone it's me the author if you like the start so far don't be shy and leave recommendations in the comment on what empire he should choose, thank you for reading my story.