The Psychopath | 18+

24. Diagnosis

Eros POV
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"What do you think happened?" I asked the doctor, Dr. Jones, been taking care of me since forever. He was currently taking my blood pressure, the rim of his glasses rest neatly on the tip of his nose, while he concentrated.

"Well, you experienced an episode of psychosis" he said, I tilted my head in confusion.

"Psychosis? that's a mental disorder"

"It is" was all he said and my anger flared slightly.

"Answer the questions Jones or I'll find someone who will" I growled, his face remained unchanging an indication that he was use to this kind of behavior from me.

However, I didn't care I'd still fire him in an instant if he didn't do his job, properly.

"I don't know what happened, Mr. Des'aire. I am no therapist or psychologist" he sighed taking off the sphygmomanometer.

"Your brother triggered something, most likely a traumatic event you went through and you experienced an episode of psychosis because of it... It doesn't mean you now have a mental disorder but you can't take my word for it".

I looked off into the distance in thought, he was right I was asking the right questions but to the wrong person.

I watched him get the needle prepared for the administration of my medicines, I take these visits once a month, and Dr. Jones is the only person I trust to give me my medication.

I took Antipsychotics which was risperidone for increasing my mood and Psychostimulants like dextroamphetamine to help with my bipolar ways, just to help ease my way into my everyday activities.

If I should miss a month, only God knows what would happen.

Dr. Jones didn't give too much reaction when he heard that my brother was alive but you could see the expressions that contorted on his face, even I who couldn't decipher all emotions knew it to be shock and possibly confusion. He never questioned anything however, he never did.

"What are you suggesting?" I asked him, he pushed the glasses up to the bridge of his nose and tapped my hand gesturing for me to pull my shirt up.

"I'm suggesting, you get professional help Eros" I remained silent, basking in the emotions of disgust at the fact that I would probably have to face another therapist, my first encounters weren't so professional.

Warning ⚠️ sexual assault of a minor.
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"M-ms. Taylor what are you doing?" I asked frantic, She gave me a big broad smile.

"Shh" she said placing her slim fingers against her lips in an order to quiet me. My heart raced against my chest when she reached down and unbuttoned my shorts exposing my boxer.

She moved the fabric away and snaked her fingers around it "do you know what this is Eros?"

"Y-yes that is my p-"

"Hush" she growled silencing me, I sealed my lips shut looking down at her frightengly, nervously and most importantly afraid.

"Yes or no answers only Eros, do you understand me?"

"Yes" her scolding features change to her usual smile.

"Good boy, I'm going to do something for you Eros and your going to like it and no other person will make you feel this way... Is that clear?"

"Yes" I said tears now brimming the corners of my eyes as she dipped her head down.

The needle made contact with my skin, taking me out of that memory that will forever be a scar, etched onto my skin, my brain and it made me disgusted with my self, she used me, pleasured her self against me on more than one occasions.