Matchmakers

Small Voice

I wanted to give you a glimpse into the life of Type before Tharn.

I warn you in advance that I am not a psychiatrist or a doctor, so if there are any mistakes in my story, please excuse me.

I remind you again that this is fiction!

Enjoy your reading!

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Type has always lived in a warm family environment.

Despite all the bad things that happened to him and despite all the bad things he did, his family was always there with him, for him.

Even in his darkest moments, those moments when nothing mattered, when life had no meaning, his family always knew how to reach him wherever he was!

Even in the darkest corners of his mind.
His family did not abandon him when he was diagnosed.

On the contrary, they gave him the support he needed to get back on track, to help him accept himself in his entirety, to help him live with himself.

Even when he relapsed and his episodes became more and more violent, his family stayed by his side.

During one of his worst episodes, he even hurt his mother, his mama.

The horror, shame and self-loathing he felt when he came to his senses, tied to a bed in a hospital, turned his stomach. It took him three weeks before he had the courage to look his parents in the face.

Since that incident, he knew that it was up to him to take matters into his own hands.

He was not so stupid or gullible as to believe that he would recover from his illness.

He knew very well what happened to people like him who went to a special hospital, they end up on drugs to avoid any violent behavior, they end up like vegetables.

But he is not like the others. He never was.

The only professional help he had accepted was from a renowned psychiatrist in Bangkok who had been recommended to him by his island shrink.

Of all the psychiatrists he had consulted, she was by far the most interesting. The others always tried to put him in one category and treat him as a common case in that category.

She, Dr. Kulap Sukkasem, knew that he was not like the others suffering from the same disease.

She knew that he was special and needed special treatment.

At first it was hard, the memory loss following his seizures became more and more frequent.

Then this voice started to show up.
At first he thought he was going crazy but strangely enough he was not afraid of it.

This voice in his head was getting into his mind and even influencing his nightmares to make him even more tired and vulnerable.

The more he got tired, the more his memory loss increased.

But each time, he regained consciousness in strange places like in front of a musical instrument store.

His blackouts didn't really last long, the longest one he experienced lasted a whole week.

A week of total darkness without knowing what he had done, what he had said, where he had gone or even with whom?

All these questions remained unanswered, but he knew that the voice in his head knew the answers to these questions.

That's when he decided to talk to the voice.

The voice knew how to make themself desirable, ignoring his calls seemed to amuse it very much because they knew that he could not do the same.