Scene: Character is sitting at a desk, leaning back on the chair he is sitting in, tapping his finger against his leg in a fast rhythm. There are multiple chalkboards with markings that indicate counting, with various amounts of lines on the boards. On the desk is an iPad.
'Three knocks are heard'
'Character counts to five on his fingers'
'A few seconds pause'
"Oh, you must be the new psychologist they've been talking about. Of course I can hear them, the walls are so thin you can hear everything they do. Hey, you know what though?" 'Character makes one cross on a board'
"You've come here on a special day. It's the 730th day since I was diagnosed. That's two years ago today. Two years since I was diagnosed with OCD. Lets see what else there is..." 'Character searches through the chalkboards marking two of them' "Oh what do we have here?"
'Character pulls one chalkboard out and marks it'
"You are the 100th psychologist they've sent after me. Congratulations, I guess." "How does it make me feel? I don't know, I guess I feel kinda bad for my parents, because they waste all their money on me." "Hm? Oh, I keep looking at my iPad because I run a blog. It turns out people want to know the thoughts of a teenager with mental health problems" "Oh I tell them about how I'm feeling, what I've done today, if I'm trying anything new to try and treat it." "What type of treatments? My parents have been trying to get me to do all this new age stuff which is meant to help." "What do I mean? Well so far I've tried meditation, which is just sitting down until your butt hurts and then just sitting there some more. Then they tell you to think about your personal life which is just terribly depressing for me, you know? What am i talking about? Of course you understand, you're being paid to understand. Oh, then they tried making me do exercise and sports, because that should make me relaxed. The one downside was that I was so unfit from months of doing...