My Hero's Journey To The Shrink-Personal Narrative

Marianne walked into the room and sat down and immediately began,” As I said before, my parents decided I needed help, so they sent me to a shrink… the shrink was interesting. He never really did his job… he just sat there and watched me colour. He would then hang the pictures that weren’t disturbing on his wall so he could show my parents whilst the other pictures that I would draw were put into my file so he could study them. He wanted my parents to believe that I just had a very active imagination instead of something actually wrong with me. Soon my parents stopped bringing me to the shrink every single week. It slowly turned to every month, and then I started to visit him every six months. I did this for two years. Then my father… …show more content…
She always seemed to be embarrassed when I did that, like I was a freak or something. She would tell the people that gawked at my interactions with the dead that I was off my medication or that I had a very “active” imagination. Two years after my dad died, my mum met a guy. This guy’s name was Jonathan, I believe. I started to call him “The monster” for awhile now. Although, he was nice enough at first, plus he brought food to the table so he was a decent addition to the family, for a while. Then he found out about my gift and he started to become very greedy. He said that I needed to help this family and start to make a living, keep in mind I was only eight years old. I don’t even think that he believed that I had this “gift” at first, but it didn’t matter because he did sooner or later. I soon became the world’s youngest psychic in my town, because of this I travelled around my town a lot--” the timer cut her off. She smiled and said,” See you next time.” She walked out of the room into the dark corridor, he could hear her heels clicking down the hallway. “Until next week…” he