DIREFUL SANITARIUM - [COMPLETED]

Part 6

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Raven's P.O.V

Sigurado akong alas-nuwebe na dahil hindi pa man nakakatagal na umalis si Knox ay sumunod namang dumating ang kinabu-buwisitan kong psychiatrist ko.

"How's your breakfast?" tanong niyang naupo sa pang-isahang sopa malapit sa akin. May hawak siyang clinical note or let's say a therapy progress note.

"Okay naman kanina pero nang makita ko na iyang pagmumukha mo, pakiramdam ko naduduwal na ako," sagot ko naman na ikinalingon niya sa akin nang akmang magsusulat na siya.

"I'm warning you. If you continue to speak to me in that manner, I will gladly fvck that filthy mouth of yours," seryosong banta niya na ikinaikot ng mata ko.

"Tss," pag-iiwas ko.

"Knox informed me that he forced you just to take up your medicine."

"Eh, sa ayaw ko ngang inumin. Malay ko ba kung anong gamot iyon, baka ikamatay ko pa," pagbabara ko.

"Your stubbornness will force you to stay here longer, Raven. It will only be extended if you continue to refuse to take your meds." Hindi ako sumagot. "Those drugs can't kill you. I prescribed an SSRI's to help you with your treatment."

[WHAT IS SSRI's? Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs) are a class of medications most commonly prescribed to treat depression. They are often used as first-line pharmacotherapy for depression and numerous other psychiatric disorders due to their safety, efficacy, and tolerability. ©google.]

"Huh? Hindi ko naman kailangan ang mga iyan. For your information, Mr. Doctor, wala akong sakit. And whatever your diagnosis to me, that's bullshit."

Halatang hindi niya inaasahan ang huling sinabi ko. "So, you're saying, you're normal?" tanong niya.

"Yes! Mas normal pa 'ko sa normal!"

"Does that mean you lied in court?" tanong niyang nagpatigil sa akin. Shit. "If you say so, I can call the judge right away at sasabihin kong nagsinungaling ka at ang grupo niyo ng abogado mo. That you're not really insane and you really don't have any mental illnesses. Is that what you're after? Instead of continuing your therapy here, you would rather go to jail?"

"S-Stop it." Ramdam kong nakikipag-karera na naman ang kabog ng dibdib ko. Para akong nauubusan ng hininga. Damn. He caught me. I shouldn't have said that.

Nakita kong tumayo siya at lumapit sa akin. "Do you want to stop your treatment?" tanong niyang humawak sa panga ko at bahagyang itinaas iyon para makita ko ang mga mata niya. "Pagbibigyan kita, but the police will fetch you here and will bring you to prison."

"N-No. Enough that. Stop talking."

"You said it yourself. You're normal. That you're mentally capacitated. So, what's the point of having you here?"

"Enough, please!" Hindi ko namamalayang namamasa na pala ang pisngi ko. Fvck. Am I crying? Why the fvck am I crying?

"Hmm?" he asked me, smiling.

Umiling ako. "Huwag. Huwag mo akong ibigay sa mga pulis." Kapag nalaman 'to nina Treacher, hindi ko na alam kung paano sila haharapin. They'll be disappointed with me. I can't think of another way. I'm .. I'm confused right now.

Dr. Graves ignores my plea and goes back sitting on the sofa. "That won't do. You're wasting my time here. I'll call the judge and--"

"NO! I'll .. I'll continue my treatment. D-Don't call them. I'll continue my treatment here. Please."