Sara Raft, Agent Of Nothing, Part 4

"You came back." says Dr. Ellis.

"I had to. I already paid for it."

"Touche. Now this week I want to talk about your childhood."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"More than you'd know. Now please, just talk. People love to talk."

"Fine." I don't why. but something about this guy makes you want to open up to him. I have no idea what that is, but I'm guessing it's the reason he's a shrink.

"My life as a child kinda fell apart around eight. Everyone was telling me I was smart, and I loved robots, so when the science fair came around,  I built one. It was small, and crude. It was actually built from junkyard parts. I had even programmed it to help my mom around the house.

Then it turned to crap. One week before the science fair, I had showed the bot to my mom and dad. I loved the thing, and was so proud of it. I couldn't wait for the fair. I had that feeling where you feel like you could conquer the world! Nothing could stand in my way! My parents felt the same. They ruined it.

They were so impressed with it, that they sold designs to a company! They made a ton of dough, and took credit for it's creation! Which might have been believable, if they weren't fat, lazy, idiots! I didn't even get to enter the fair, but life got even worse!

Everyday when I got home from school (which was still a public school, cause they were too cheap to put me in a private school!) four to nine was called 'robot time' where I worked on upgrades for the bot! So they could make more money! They were in Time Magazine, had over one-hundred-million dollars, and they even bought the company which made the bots! And to cap it all off, they named the robot 'Helptron 3000'!"

"I owned a helptron!" he says

"Grrrrrrr."

"Shutting up!"

"So yeah, I was glad when they died! Because they both died of heart attacks! And that happened because they were fat!"

"... Soooooooo... I'm guessing you have some anger over this."

"Ya' think?"

"Well I have a diagnosis."

"What's that?"

"I think you did what you did... because of your parents, and a need to please them."

"... What?"

"I think..."

"NO!!! I have a diagnosis! I was scared, okay?! I trained for two years, and became a killing machine! Because I was scared. I did that cause I was scared."

"I'll add 'In denial' to my notes."

"RRRRGH!!!" then I stomp out.