Chapter Five (2)

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Faiza was back in her office after her lunch break and she was preparing for an appointment with a schizophrenic patient, she was nervous as it would be her first schizophrenic patient and his file report showed his case was extremely severe, getting a cure or even a relieve would be a miracle.

But Faiza even though she had only worked as a therapist for a few years, her patients most often times got better and send her appreciation letters and she prayed it was the same with this patient.

A few minutes to the meeting, she prayed some rakah of nawafils and asked for guidance in her sujood and then she rounded up and awaited his arrival.

Farooq pulled up at the therapy center with a sigh, he hated this kind place with passion after his encounter with a therapist while he was younger, they all offered no help, they only poked their noses into other people's matters, never minding their own business.

After much persuasion from his boss who was hell bent of driving Farooq to the center if he didn't go himself, Farooq scoffed as he remembered the conversation between them, it almost sounded like a threat.

He opened the door and walked into the center, gave his name and he was directed to the therapy room where his therapist was there waiting for him, she received him with a bright smile and tried to make small talks with him to get him comfortable.

Faiza could see the lack of interest in his face and that would undoubtedly make her work harder, but nevertheless she tried her best in making sure she made good use of the session and tried to get words out of him, but unfortunately he wouldn't budge, but being an intelligent woman she made sure she got him to open up a bit and to made sure he agreed to another session with her, possibly she would get words out of him.

Her work as a therapist would be greatly questioned if she didn't have the ability to convince him to have another session with her, she knew having a proper discussion the first time would be very impossible considering he didn't want to be there in the first place.

She even offered him another free session with her the following week which made it harder for him to turn down, even though she seemed nice, she never really said more than what she needed to and she kept her poise as a professional but also wanted him to feel like he could tell her what he was thinking and feeling.

"So, I'll be expecting you next week yeah? I hope you willingly come by yourself and not forced," she smiled as she rounded up and saw him off to the door.

He nodded at her and offered her a little smile; she wasn't that bad, he thought as he walked out of the office and passed by the reception.

"Excuse me sir," the receptionist called out to him.

"Yes?"

"Will you be having another session with us?" She asked him and he nodded.

"When will that be?"

"Next week, same day," he replied and left as soon as they let him off.

He sighed as he got into the car, he had basically wasted his time here and he wasn't sure he was ready to listen to her yab for another two hours the coming week.

'But it's only two hours, it won't kill.' He thought.

His vision was always filled with creatures, the real and the unreal one, the scary ones and the normal ones, he had almost gotten used to them except for when they notice his presence.

Looking back through his memory, he had schizophrenia for as long as he could remember and he really wasn't sure what triggered it, all he knew was he saw things, he heard things and they disturb his peace of mind.

He sighed and shut his eyes and placed his head on the steering wheel, why has it got to be him? Despite all what he'd been through.

He raised his head to start the engine; he hated being in the car alone, and for the same reason was a human like creature staring daggers at his head through the car mirror, Farooq gulped and turned his head only to find nothing there, he tried to control his breathing as he drove out of the driveway and sped home remembering to never look through the mirror again.

He still didn't understand why he got so scared at times, there was no way to escape this and that was his reality and no amount of therapies could stop that, the therapist he had as a young boy only did more harm than good.

He parked his car outside his apartment and got out to seat at the entrance of his apartment, he always found solace in sitting outside before heading inside into the world of real and unreal creatures.

At a point in his life, he thought that was how everyone saw life too, until a bunch of kids called him crazy, psycho, weird and a whole lot of other things.

But he never took much note to it until even adults had told him it wasn't normal.

'People saw life differently?' he had thought.

He had some good days, and he's also had bad days, terrible ones and the only thing he could do as of now was to live life as it came, if it was sleepless nights, so be it.

Seeing things, consistent seizures and whatnot, he didn't care at this point.

He only wished he would stop being so scared and get over with it.

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