The days here tend to be the same. The routine all the patients are given seems to have gotten engraved into my mind at this point. Take the pills. Go to group. And everyone's favorite: Meet the Doctor.
Just yesterday, I was dealt the guilt trip card by him. He was intent to get me to believe that it's my fault the program isnt working.
"So, how are you feeling today, Evan?" The Doctor eyed me over his glasses, which had been pushed to the tip of his nose.
I stayed silent at first. I knew I would not get any sort of medal for not answering, but it felt good to stand my ground.
"Don't be difficult, Evan. We can add a new medication, though, if you're feeling to tired." We both knew what that meant. I could be gone for days or spend my next few nights staring at the ceiling, struggling to get even an hour of sleep. Either one was a horror.
"Uh, about the same.", not allowing myself to show that the meds I was being given now weren't already having their intended effect.
"You know why your parents sent you here, dont you?"
"You asked this already."
"I just want to hear what you have to say Evan."
This form of interrogation was getting old, but I continued to cooperate.
"Well yea, they want me to change."
"They want you to be you. The you they use to know. The Evan you're meant to be." The Doctor's words hung in air like a chill on an autumn evening.
"I'm completely fine. I feel like me. I dont feel like I need changing." I attempted to act confident, but my words felt hollow as they exited my mouth.
I knew the questioning was over at this point and stood up to leave.
"See you, Evan."
I walked out before anything else could be said.
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