Story: The Dreamer

Type: Canon

Word Count: 733

Summary: In which Morgana visits a therapist.

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Transcript of Therapy Session between ANGELICA PETROV M.D. and MISS MORGANA JONES on FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2015 at 15:01 P.M,
SEASTONE PRACTICE, EDINBURGH.

DR. PETROV: [Clears throat] Now, Morgana, I just want to reassure you again that these recordings will only be heard by you and I. No one else. I would lose my license if I ever divulged any information from our sessions or showed these recordings to anyone. I thought it would be very beneficial to you to have a few our sessions recorded, so you could take some home and hear yourself speak, to help you become a little more self-aware.

MORGANA: [Nods] Don't worry, I get it.

DR. PETROV: So...Morgana, last time we saw each other - last Wednesday I believe, you mentioned that you'd written a letter to your father. Our session ended before you had to elaborate. [Leans forward] I mean your father hasn't gone away on holiday or gone away for business, neither is he sick. He's at home isn't he? He's well I assume?

MORGANA: Yeah, he's at home...he's fine.

DR PETROV: So, why did you write the letter?

MORGANA: I just...[shrugs] I don't know really. I just...I had a lot to say to him that I could never say it to his face so I decided to write it down in a letter. It made me feel like I was actually talking to him.

[2.3 second pause]

DR PETROV: What did you want to say to him?

MORGANA: Quite a few things. [2.8 second pause] It was all this pent up frustration that just kept spewing out. Like...Like after my mum died, he got into this depressed vegetative state. He'd lie in bed all day, from morning to night, every day for months. He locked himself in their bedroom and wrap himself in her clothes and listen to her records over and over again. I was terrified I had lost him too and I cried almost every night. Looking back, I just remember feeling so...so angry at him for leaving me and my sisters like that.

DR PETROV: You felt abandoned by him.

MORGANA: [Nods] But...the thing is, he wasn't the only one who'd lost mum and he just curled in on himself and left us to fend for ourselves. And then - and then one day, after months and years of nothing but silence, I came downstairs to find him with his arms around this...woman. [She scoffs] Can you believe that? A random woman? I wanted to throw something, burn something, cut something.

DR PETROV: Morgana, did you give your father this letter? Did you ever send it?

MORGANA: Well...I thought about it, I thought about posting it in the mail and sending it to him or even slipping it under his bedroom door but...[Shakes head] in the end, I didn't do anything. I just stuffed it in a box with all the others and shoved it under my bed.

DR PETROV: All the others? You've written more of these letters?

MORGANA: Yeah...I've written them to a lot of people. My parents, my sisters, friends, people I passed by in the streets...God, celebrities, people who died centuries ago, people who never even existed, a...[Blushing] my boyfriend [Clears throat] Anyway, I like writing them, they take this weight off my shoulders, they make me feel less...less, y'know?

DR PETROV: Less...lonely?

MORGANA: Less dark. And doesn't everybody feel lonely? Life's just one long solitary walk isn't it?

DR PETROV: But it doesn't have to be. You are never truly alone, there is always someone in reach, waiting for you to take their hand and walk with them.

MORGANA: Hm.

DR PETROV: When did you start writing these letters, Morgana?

MORGANA: Last year. February, I think. I just picked up a pen and decided to write something.

DR PETROV: Do you know why?

MORGANA: [Shrugs] I was angry and alone and I needed somebody to talk to, anybody, so I wrote a letter to the first person I could think of.

DR PETROV: And who was that?

MORGANA: Georgia Abbott. She was my closest friend in secondary school.

DR PETROV: Are you two still friends?

MORGANA: Not really.

DR PETROV: What happened?

MORGANA: Oh y'know, same old. Life got in the way. We went to separate universities, so I don't really see much of her anymore. I think she's okay.

DR PETROV: Are you?

MORGANA: What?

DR PETROV: Are you okay?

MORGANA: [7.5 seconds pause] I don't know but I think....I think I will be.

a/n: . i suppose this is a sort of epilogue for TD for those who read the story and also a short intro for those who haven't read TD. i didn't realise how much i missed morgana until i wrote this.