Fire Meets Gasoline : After Ashes

Chapter Thirteen : Elpida

  MIKE TORRENTES. After the second day at the hospital, they were done questioning me about the incident in the Sun's Lair. I told them the same thing every time; I found out about my father's mischief and he tried to hunt me down. It was the truth, I did find something about my father and he did try to kill me, the only difference was that I was the one who went to his house, searched through his office, and that led him to the peak of the hill and attempted to end his life.

While I was locked out in that hospital room, a psychiatrist came to visit, he was almost the same age as my father. He wore round glasses and had really short blonde hair, he was like any average white old man. He sat across from me, introduced himself, and went right to his purpose; to find something wrong with me.

"You said to the police that your father held a gun at you-" The doctor tried to continue before being interrupted by me.

"If the police said that already, why bother asking me again?" I lashed out.

"That wasn't the question," He stayed calm. "How did that make you feel?"

"What made me feel?"

"Please try to focus on our conversation" The doctor had enormous patience and that was very clear through his tone.

"I felt-" I looked at the window and tried to make up what actually happened "-it made me feel...glad".

"Glad?" The doctor asked while feeling worried.

"Yeah, glad-I felt glad about it".

"Why?"

His calm aura was irritating, but I remember being so eased out by it yet feeling like I would have punched him in the face and he would take it with no worries, and it was because of his smoothness that I felt like opening up to him.

"Because-cause I was about to be free..."

"Free from what?"

"You know for a doctor you seem to ask a lot of questions!" I lashed once more.

He stared at me with those calming eyes and tried to speak with me among the silence. My room wasn't large, and there was a curtain that could separate two patients, and a window big enough for me to see the entire town.

"You felt free from what? Responsibilities?" The doctor continued.

"Free from the guilt for fuck's sake!" I shook the bed I was in with ignorance "Guilt of making my boyfriend's life miserable, destroying my sister's house, almost getting my friend killed, having my cousin-my sister-my mother, all of them suffer simply because they are connected to me!"

The doctor heard my trauma coming out and instead of talking it out, he held my hand as I trembled from being nervous, the touch was something that calmed me to my core, to the point that rage became sadness, tears were willing to come out, and what was guilt turned into simple embarrassment.

"You say all those people are in a bad place because of you, were you the one that caused all those 'events' you blame yourself for?" He asked.

"Of course!" I answered him stressfully.

"You burned your sister's house?" He then came with a question quickly.

"No-"

"Then you weren't the one to blame!"

"No-you don't understand, I was there when it happened!"

"But you weren't the one that caused it, was it?" He took off his round glasses.