Some things doctors know are things you never tell them...
"How do you feel today?"
Lila kept her eyes on the grey man staring at her in the corner, his yellow slits boring into her brown orbs, toothy grin showing off his brown stained teeth. His smile widened when she tapped the arm of her chair lightly, the skin of his cheeks peeling, eyes crinkling. Her therapist rapped his pen impatiently against his clipboard, waiting for Lila's answer.
"Ms. Andrews?"
"Everything's the same, as always," she whispered, voice cracking when the man jerked closer in her direction, crouching into a pounce.
"Oh?"
"I can still hear the voices, the nightmares are still there to wake me up at night, and my closet door is still locked."
"You finally lifted your bed off the floor?"
"Yeah." Her heart pounded violently with every spastic movement the grey man made, his black claws digging into the floor, scratching at it. The brunette never thought that something could look so menacing while crawling. The tapping of her index finger paused as the grey man stopped himself beside her, face three inches away as he gripped her chair tightly to keep him balanced. She kept her cool façade, taking less breaths to stop herself from grimacing at the repulsive odor.
The grey man smelled liked a corpse that had been burned.
"Have you been taking your medicine, Ms. Andrews?"
She wanted to look at anything but at the sharp eyes of the grey man; to turn her head from the decaying sight of it's complexion. "It brings back the tremors."
"Ms. Andrews, how do you expect to get any better if you don't take your medicine?" She just shrugged, biting her tongue as the corpse growled hoarsely. "Ms. Andrews, look at me." She didn't. "Ms. Andrews, there is nothing there!" She still didn't turn his way, her words clogging in her chest as the grey man ran his claws up and down her bare arm. "Ms. Andrews, there is nothing for you to be looking at! No voices to hear, no ghosts to see, and there are certainly no grey men—!"
Lila swore her heart stopped, eyes shooting to Dr. Barnes, eyes wide and tears burning in the back of her throat. The grey man laughed, invading her personal space and bringing one of its arms around her body, clinging to her. Her clutch on the arms of the brown leather chair became hard, her blunt nails digging into the fabric, leaving permanent marks.
"I didn't say anything about a grey man."
