Dr. Disney
Title: Dr. Disney
Rating: NC-17
Summary: My job requires me to be distant from my patients, but these are just kids. They’re trapped by the monarchy of what we call, the House of Mouse.
Disclaimer: I am in no way, The Mouse and I do not own the heart, soul, bodies, or minds of any of the Disney family.
Preface:
Who said that all research had to be published? I can tell you right now, this book is never leaving my sight. It’s not like I hate my job, no. It’s definitely not that. I’ve dealt with much worse in the past. I just need a distraction from what they’re really saying to me. Before I got this job, I would lie awake at night just staring blankly at the ceiling. Those stories my patients told made me completely numb. But this, this is different. Their stories, their hurt, their pain, the pressure of Hollywood, it’s all so overwhelming sometimes. After I was hired by Mr. Disney himself, I knew this was going to be an incredible opportunity. But sometimes I just wish I could dig a hole and lay myself down in it and suffocate until I die. Why the sarcasm? Why the pessimism? It’s because of these kids. Who would have thought such “perfect” children could be this messed up? I’m sure they feel the same way I do about my job though. Actually, I can’t even tell if I’m the enemy. Of course, why should it matter to me? I get paid a nice sum of money to keep my mouth shut and stay as professional as possible. But sometimes I feel like I should be the one to save them. To reunite broken friends, families, people. But it’s not my place. Is it? The damn Mouse even has me hoping for a happy ending. It’s just much more complicated when you’re the one who can decide their fate. My job requires me to be distant from my patients, but these are just kids. They’re trapped by the monarchy of what we call, the House of Mouse.
A/N: This is just a preview.