|| 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 || +18

|| 1 || 𝐇𝐢, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭.

Hello, loves.
This is the first chapter of Beneficial Therapy so please let me know what I could improve and your feedback on this chapter.

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|| Vincent Lecoeur ||

"Hi, I'm Vincent and I have a personality disorder called schizotypal."

I introduce myself to the people sitting around me, honestly feels like I'm some sort of psychopath at the moment. In fact, all of them do look unsettled, which is most likely because they have no fucking clue what Schizotypal is. My legs start twitching and shaking uncontrollably, when is this gonna end?

That baby cries too loud, why would someone bring a baby to group therapy?

She's got odd socks on...blue and red; perhaps I should tell her? I eye her up and down while she focuses on someone else. Is that a leather belt she's got on? I've seen one of those before. Rainbow shirt...too many colours. Shit she's noticed I'm watching her, hasn't she? Quick Vincent, do something.

Unquestionably I instantly turn the other way just to end up facing a man who was staring right at me. He's got blue eyes, like really blue eyes. Ice blue eyes. Long unkempt beard with a very unusual fashion taste. Boxers on top of trousers, radiant green trousers by the way.
What a fucking weirdo. Is that a watch he's wearing? What's the time? Let me see.

I stand up and begin to walk over to him to check the time on his watch. I lean down and study the time.

3:43 am.

But it's daylight outside?

I feel a sudden manly control on my shoulder and I get tugged to meet with the mans complexion. Something drenched his gloomy eyes, irritation.

"Why did you call me a weirdo?"

He interrogates me...I could practically hear the wrath growling under his breath. I shrug his arm off my shoulder and observe his hair. It's so outgrown, I should take him to the barber. Shit Vincent don't be an idiot, answer him.

"How did you hear that?"

I query. I've always had the fear of people reading my thoughts, knowing what happens when no one is around. I take a few steps back due to the fact the indignant man before me has stood up and is nearing me, every...second. And let me tell you; I'm very claustrophobic. Unknowingly I bump into what doesn't seem like one person, but two. I turn around and see the entire group bunched in front of me.

"We can hear your thoughts, Vincent."

"Don't be rude, tell us what happens."

"You're a failure!"

"I should have made your mother abort you."

The room became smaller...and smaller...and smaller. Cramped. It was like the room was caving in. And I was surrounded by people calling my name...whispering things.

"Vincent....oh Vincent."

It's a dream, fuck.

I squeeze my eyes shut hoping that I would wake up. Fuck, closing my eyes makes me curious. I open my eyes to discover strangers all around me, in a circle. They laugh and smirk at me while I sit in the middle; on the fucking floor. They were all holding belts and whispering different things..

"It's okay, come here."

"Don't worry I won't hurt you."

"No, you're lying. YOU'RE LYING."