Vampiric stories

There was no sound in this room, well at least living sounds. Small noises of anxious tapping and the click of the clock were the only ones heard. Any sound that could indicate the atmosphere's state was gone. 

Two figures sat in front of each other, bearly motionless, like each were in their own heads living a completely different life. Matthew wished that was the case, he had been told to go to a therapist for quite some time over the years by none other than his best friend, and boyfriend, Oliver. He felt bad saying no at one point, his intentions weren't to make Matthew relive through his trauma, but rather to help him get over it. However this wasn't the first time he was in a room like this. 

"So.... Anything yet?"

Matthew lifted his head looking confused for a moment before remembering why was he here in the first place 

"Did you come up with anything?" 

"No, still thinking" 

"It's been 20 minutes Matthew it can't take you that long to think of a sentence" 

With a swift moment the man clicked his pen and wrote something on the notebook laying in front of him, Matthew couldn't quite figure out what most words were but there sure was a lot. 

"I mean no offense Doctor Howard but this is really unnecessary, I have already gone through this type of exercises all my life. If you really want me to describe myself I'd say any word that's a synonymous for unbearable" 

Howard raised and eyebrow. 

"I had at least 3 different doctors tell me I was insufferable, that I was going to have a hard time growing up, and they were right" 

"Insufferable how? I mean it's no mystery that most kids are a bit hard to control" 

"I grew impatient, while my classmates were going to the park to play football, I was stucked in a rehabilitation room trying to get me back on my two feet" 

"That must of been hard" 

"What getting balance? Well it took me a year so it was no easy task" 

"No I meant the friend stuff, it must of been tiring and confusing for a 4 year old on why you weren't able to play with them like any other child" 

Matthew didn't answer, he just looked away. 

"I think, and this is my personal view, that your behavior can be explained with all of the pent up anger you kept ever since the accident" 

He wanted to answer but felt incapable at the mere mention of it. He had already been diagnosed with PTSD at a young age and he had leaned to calm himself at any mention of it, but the entire room was too familiar and oddly nostalgic. He was back again were he started. 

Playing with his hands subconsciously, he kept staring down. At the lack of answer, the doctor kept going. 

"You don't know how to react or interact normally anymore because it was taken away from you. You feel like you could make the wrong move any time, so you think it's better to keep people away from you as to avoid confrontation" 

"So what, what are you saying? That I hate myself and everyone around me because I wasn't capable of being normal?" He spat out quickly 

"No Matthew, I think you're afraid of yourself"