"I was here, they said. But I wish they remembered it back then."
A young lady spoke, sitting uncomfortably on the crooked chair. She scratched her tiny nails, trying to get something out of it.
"I cannot fathom the fact that this has been the second month Isla, for how long are we going to keep this up?"
A man dressed up in a plain-white coat sighed, taking off his glasses. He had a spare handkerchief, which he gratefully provided to Isla, the young girl of fifteen. She enveloped her swollen eyes, conjuring up tears in the process.
"I know, sir. Trust me, it has been my courtesy to be counselled by you. I just don't know where to start. It's a roller coaster and I am afraid, if I let it out then I will pass through a huge fallout."
Isla declared. The psychologist gazed at the clock. There were still thirty minutes due for the week's schedule. He agreed,
"Miss, call me Edward. Now, what is this story all about? The graves? The fireflies?"
"Sir, it's not something to be taken lightly. But I need you to assure that no interference will be led by the consequences of this. Especially the CIA and police."
Edward chuckled, "Fine. So what's the suspense?"
"I am not Esla. In fact- my real name is not Esla. It was Reeves, then Carol..I have a lot of names."
"So, you have a loot of names, you say?" The man grinned, prying to help her open up.
"But, I do remember the name my dad gave me. It was Miku."
"Your dad, huh? Speaking of that, how was your relationship with dad?"
Miku smiled,
"A warm one. He was the best dad in the whole world, and of course I looked up to him. My mom divorced him two years after I was born. "
Edward passed an affectionate smile, his gaze not leaving the girl. "How did the divorce make an effect on you?"
"Sir, I do not really know the answer to that one."
"That's alright. But how did it make you feel?"
"Ugh, it's getting fuzzy in this head of mine. Lonely? I felt lonely but I was always grateful. My dad was very loving."
"That's very understandable, considering the circumstances. What does 'lonely' mean according to you? Have you been following depressed content on the social media? Like those quotes-ah-'Loneliness is when you are around people, yet you feel alone'- stuff?"
Miku let out a laugh. Edward gave a cheeky grin, stroking his chin with content.
"No, not like that at all! My dad used to work overtime and I used to fuss over it. And..I regret doing that." Miku replied, with a tint of remorse.
"Regret? Why is that?"
"He died when I was 8. Because I asked him to spend time with me. Because it's my fault."
Edward took out his pocket diary and started making notes. After a gap of maximum ten seconds, he continued,
"Miku, it was not your fault. You were just a child back then. And a child never makes mistakes on purpose. A child is always learning and growing. Sometimes, our emotions and thoughts are not in our steady control. And because of that, they get in sync. Trust me, thoughts manifest into feelings quickly."
The man blurted out. He softly gave her a reassuring smile, signalling her to continue.
"Indeed what you said can be understood. But I, for once, made a brutal mistake. Right after my dad died, that is when it all started."
"Thank you. But what mistake did you make? And what started?"
"Death. Death. A lot of death. Everywhere I took my foot, a soul passed away."
Edward felt a sweat rushing down the back of his neck. He collected himself,
"Did you experience any sorts of hallucinations?"
Miku gulped, "I told you! This is not something to be taken lightly, sir! It was not a hallucination. This is the reason I did not wish to talk. I am only here because my mother sent me here!"
"But earlier, your words were 'It has been my courtesy to be counselled by you.'? Is it not?"
Miku yelled, "It is. That is why I believe; I don't deserve to be here. I don't deserve to be helped."
"And why do you think so? Why do you not deserve to be helped?"
The lady shifted her gaze from the table to the man seated in front.
"Because I killed someone."
Miku averted her orbs away from Edward. She began to play with her knuckles again. Edward felt a rushing pain, slit his throat. He started to choke and without wasting time, he reached towards the glass and chugged some water.
"Miss, I will hereby like to end today's session."
He handed over a document to her, "Your condition may be a severe case of Schizophrenia."
Miku stood up from the chair and snatched the document, tearing it into a million of pieces. She threw them in the garbage can and locked the door from the inside.
"Madam! What is this," the psychologist cried in horror. He stood from his chair, being on the defensive,
"Kindly stop this behavior! Security?!"
The young lady stood strong, "What kind of a doctor are you, when you can't even listen to your tormented patient?! First you force me to open up, and now you are trying to back off. Fifteen minutes are still left and here you are! Stop being a bitch and sit down."
Edward heard a knock on the door, "Is everything alright?" A nurse spoke.
He glared daggers at Miku, but was forced to back off.
"Yes. Everything all clear."
YOU ARE READING
Birth
Mystery / ThrillerA man was cursed they said. Little did they know, he wasn't the curse, but a vessel. A vessel to the death of the beloved of beloved, starring in the graveyard.
