|| 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 || +18

|| 4 || 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 + 𝐏𝐓𝐒𝐃

"Madam, you received a few documents in the mail"

A lady working at my office department informs me. I haven't even checked the ones from last week, or was it last month?

"Mercy."

I thank her with a small smile and grab the documents from her. I continue walking to my office room.

Room 344

Room 346

Room 348...bingo.

I open the door while stuffing the documents in my handbag and taking out a packet of cigarettes. They help me while I'm stressed. I light it and take a small puff. I walk over to my desk.

"Hey."

A deep voice says freaking me out. I drop my bag and let out a small yelp. I turn around to see that my client, Vincent, was sat down waiting for me. I let out a relieved sigh and place my hand on my racing heart.

"Sorry, didn't see you."

I apologise and chuckle lowly bending over to pick up my bag. A silence forms in the atmosphere as I do. Shit, is my skirt going up? I knew I shouldn't have worn a short skirt.
I fix my posture and look at him while placing my handbag on my desk.

He was frozen in his previous position. I wave my hands and he looks up at my eyes. God, his eyes are so green and gorgeous. He clears his throat and fixes his colour.

"Right, yeah, my clothes sort of blend in with the room"

He speaks. What?

"You know...like I wore beige and white, most of this room is beige and white-"

He explains a bit more. I pretend like I had a clue what he was saying and smile in return. I take a puff of my cigarette and flick through my files trying to find his so we can pick up where we left.

"You shouldn't smoke in front of clients."

He points out and I turn around. I mean, he's right.

"Oh sorry, if you want I'll just stop-"  

I suggest apologetically. He smirks and looks at me.

"I said it's bad, I didn't say stop, did I?"

He consults and I get flustered. Okay then, dick. I shake my head and turn back around. I grab his file and turn around walking towards the seat opposite him. I sit down and place my cigarette down on the ashtray.

"So, today we are gonna try a test to see his severe your disorder is, okay?"

I explain waiting for a confirmation.
He nods and smiles.

"So we'll start with easy questions, don't let your mind wander off."

I order and he nods once again.

"Do you believe in any supernatural creatures?"

I question. People with schizotypal tend to believe in very unnatural creatures.

"No."

He simply answers. I note down his answer and the tone he used, the tone matters since it indicates whether he is truthful or not.
In this case, he is.
Onto the next question.

"Do you have any perceptions?"

I ask looking up from my notepad. He stays quiet and looks very overwrought or maybe lost.

"Like, unusual sensations."

I break up the meaning so it's easier to understand. Unusual sensations which are also known as perceptions are the feeling of an absent persons presence.