Sessions with My Therapist (Invite only)

[Cora Passek]

Cara jerked at the door, and growled more than furious that she couldn't get the door open. "You can't keep me here!" She cried out, getting more and more upset by the moment.

Panting, she was near to panicking, more than uncomfortable at the thought of being imprisoned in the room with him. After a moment more of frustrated pulls at the door, the blonde finally gave up, and slid down against the door with a huff, burying her head in her knees. "I didn't do it." She whispered. "I didn't, I swear, and if I was going to rob someone. IF, I'd not do something as bold as to do it naked! Because otherwise I'm not sure how my favorite thong ended up back on me after .... Just hypothetically speaking."

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

That caused his eyebrow to arch again, though he decided to not wonder about why she was so sure she was wearing her favorite "thong." Instead he simply stood up and walked over, looking down at her as he tapped a button on the datapad. "I can have them send over the surveillance video if you wish to view it. It does not change the fact that something is wrong with you and I am here to help."

 

[Cora Passek]

"No!" Cara said, more afraid of seeing it than anything. "I didn't do it. I might have been me, but it wasn't me." Was this making any sense? Cause it certainly wasn't to the young blonde. "I .. would remember. I should remember." It was now starting to show just how frightened she was by the mere idea that something could have happened to her, to have her mind betray her body in such a horrific manner. "I want to go home." Whispered quietly, with a tremble in her voice, on the verge of tears.

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

"Next time this happens, you may not be as lucky as this time," he said solemnly. "We must discover why you did what you did. Then you may go. Now I ask my earlier question again: do you remember when a Force user might have done something to your mind?"

 

[Cora Passek]

Cara sighed heavily. "No. I don't remember." The sadness filling her tone. "I've been around Sith before, a few times even. Done some bad things. But I don't remember one of them ever getting a hold of me for very long." Did it really take that long to mess with a non-forcer's mind? The blonde did wonder.

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

"'Bad things' is a good place to start Miss Sampson," Nick responded heading back to his chair. "Why don't you return to the couch and we can try and figure out what exactly has been done to you?"

 

[Cora Passek]

Cara sighed, "I don't think you entirely understand how much I don't want to talk about this. Everything horrid in my life has been done at the hands of the Sith, and I really am not in the mood to go about reliving any of it." Spoken coldly as she stayed where she was. "No offense, I feel safer over here, so I'm staying right here."

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

"Sith do many bad things to many people," he said turning the chair to face the door not even bothering to argue the point. "I have seen my share of those who bear the scars of the sith over the years, some of them literally. Sometimes it is best to meet your trauma's head on, and in this case doing so could very well save your life."

 

[Cora Passek]

"Well why don't we just start at the beginning then don't we?" She said with a sigh, "Where the Sith Imperials raided my father's home. Shot him, as well as my mother, and cut my little sister down in cold blood. I barely escaped that with my life, and only by sheer luck I might add."

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

"Were you seen during this?" Nick asked, suspecting this was not the source yet needing to make sure. "Did any of them touch you at the time?"

 

[Cora Passek]

Cara shook her head slowly, "No. I wasn't." A sigh followed, as she stared at her knees. "I slipped out through the escape tunnel under the bed, just before they burst into my room. So no... they didn't but they knew I was there. They kept looking for me for years after. Eventually they gave up. But that wasn't the last time I saw a Sith."

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

"I think it is safe to rule out that encounter, they were there to kill you not another objective," he said. Rationally he recognized the pain the situation must have caused her, but hearing the store did not affect him in the slightest. Perhaps being a therapist was not such a bad idea after all. "Please continue with the next encounter."

 

[Cora Passek]

Sighing she sank down further into her spot, annoyed more than anything. Truthfully this was the LAST thing she wanted to be doing. "I don't know ... I guess I was eighteen or nineteen when I ran into one of their hunters." A shrug followed. "Packed a hell of a punch, managed to pull a dagger on him, caught him in the chest near his heart but not close enough. He managed to get away." Painful memories that much was certain. "Still have some of the scars on my hands from cuts from that one."

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

"When you say packed a hell of a punch, in what manner?" Cara was not the most detailed of story tellers, but then he could tell how much she was not enjoying this.

 

[Cora Passek]

Cara frowned, as she fiddled with her hands. "Do we really have to talk about this? It wasn't fun the first time. It's not fun this time. Next subject, please..."

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

"I do not relish making you relive these memories," he said which was true enough. "However I can't determine a source if I do not know the details."

 

[Cora Passek]

A few words were muttered beneath her breath. "Fine ... If you must know the guy decided I was a living ping pong ball, threw me against a few buildings, broke a few ribs and fractured my spine. No biggie." Well, it was nothing to her, just a few broken bones, a little pain and misery but it didn't kill her, that was what counted.

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

Nick made some notes in his datapad. "Most do not survive a single encounter with sith, twice is impressive. Likely not the source as well. Continue."

 

[Cora Passek]

"Yeah, still not the last time." A shrug followed. Maybe she had just really been lucky over all these years, or maybe it was something else entirely. "Then there was the one time the creepy dude cornered me, he was after a friend of mine, looking for information." That one hurt. A lot. Reaching down she scratched at the place where her prosthetic met with organic flesh on her leg. That incident had nearly killed her, twice over.

 

[Nick Kahoshi]

"Torture?" he asked though he had guessed the answer. "Sith often fall back to violent, if inefficient, methods of doing everything. I believe the darkside taints their mind, makes them simpler. Not that such a fact helps those that encounter them."