JINX

Chapter One

Madison

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

I didn't know what was worse the clock's constant ticking or the feeling of impatience that gnawed incessantly in my empty stomach

I glanced at the school sign again "school psychotherapist" another fancy word my parents had invented to let me have therapy sessions in school, it should have been called "Madison's own personal mad doctor"

But the crazy thing in the whole of this was that it was mad not having any syndromes or diseases as they always told me, I was special, different I saw things, things not of this world or maybe I was really mad and I told myself that to assure myself that I wasn't really losing it or that what I saw wasn't a figment of my imagination boring into real life that...

"Mrs DuMont will see you now Madison" the secretary's cold voice cut through my ramblings

I got up shakily as I went in for another session my generous parents had so well provided for me

"Good morning Miss Madison Sinclair" she said rolling around my last name like it was some piece of filth caught in her mouth "you may sit"

Glancing around first, I put my hands around the chairs before finally sitting

"So Miss Sinclair-"

"It's Madison" I snap "please just call me Madison not Sinclair, not miss Sinclair just Madison"

"Alright Madison How have you been since our last chat?"

"Fine thank you" the lie slips from my mouth like it has been well rehearsed I am not fine infact I am far from it I feel scared, cornered like a rat I am far from fine

"So you have not experienced any social anxieties or gone into your trance like states you haven't spouted off or spazzed for an entire week?!"

"Yes ma'am" I answer respectfully

"I must be very good at my job" she says taking on an accusatory tone "or you must be lying to me now which is it?"

I cast my head down unable to hold her gaze

"You can always tell me Madison" her voice went soft "you can always be truthful with me you have  nothing to fear"

"But you're like them if I told you you would think that I was mad, you wouldn't be able to fathom it"

"I have been with many patients for years now there is nothing you can say or do that is crazy believe me"

An overwhelming urge to touch her hands came over me

"I trust you"

Touch her! My senses screamed at me

"But please can you take off your gloves I would like to hold your hands"

She cocked her head clearly confused at my request but eventually her need to know triumphed and she took of her gloves carefully and placed her hands in mine

The moments our hands connected it felt like a fire had been lit in my as I was drawn to her memories her every thought what she truly saw when she looked into the world and then I was yanked out and taken to somewhere new not her memory but something else

It was just two people engrossed in themselves making sweet and passionate love between themselves but it recongized the man it was Mr DuMont I could tell because he came with takeout
for her everyday but the lady in the bed was clearly not Mrs DuMont but my mind was not here for that it was drawn to the calendar