Not A Fairytale

Chapter 4 (His POV)

"You have got to be kidding me."

I felt my jaw drop in surprise as I see the person standing by the door again.

"O? Ano? May reklamo ka?" She's that same fat girl who went inside here, a few days ago.

"You're Mrs. Salazar?" I looked at her incredulously. I can't believe this. Why her? Fate really is a bitch.

"Miss Sandoval nalang. I'm a widow." she answered nonchalantly as if she didn't just say to a mere stranger, a deep and dark secret.

"Sit down." I gestured to a chair in front of my desk.

"Thanks." she said as she took her seat and just looked straight at me, waiting for me to say something. I honestly have no idea what to say. Why am I acting like this?

"Are we just going to stare at each other for the entire time?" Her voice was so serious and fluent that I almost forgot, she was the one annoying girl who barged in my office.

"Why?" the only word that escape my mouth.

"Anong bakit?" her words sounded so distant and cold.

"Why are you here?" I'm a psychiatrist so why is she here? Is she?

"Diba may appointment ako with Dr. Smith?" She answered as if mistaking me for a fool.

"Yeah bu—"

"What? Nagulat ka na mayaman ako? That I could afford such an appointment with you?" It's not that. It's ju—

"Oh! You didn't expect me to be mentally disable?" The way she said 'mentally disable' , was as if she was waiting for me to laugh or mock her for being one. Why is she acting like that?

"My mother arranged for this appointment kaya can we get this over and done with?"

"Okay." Why the hell can't I seem to think straight?

Trying to maintain the composure that I have left, I looked down to the folder on my hand and looked over her file.

Name: Moira Sandoval-Salazar

Age: 28

Diagnosis: Depression & Schizophrenia

That was her diagnosis by one of my former superiors which was a decade ago.

"Why are you here?" I asked her in disbelief. It says here that she's fully healed already so why is she back?

"Huh." she scoffed. "Ganyan ka ba talaga sa mga pasyente mo? Tinatanong mo kung bakit sila nandito? Malamang dahil sa kailangan ko. Baliw ako, is that so hard to take in?" She acts like she doesn't care about how she'll seem in my presence. She's not even bothering to deny it that she is. Usually, they would and it would take a lot of time before I make them accept that their way of thinking is different.

"Doktor ka ba talaga?" Those words made my entire system wake up.

"Are you insulting me?" How dare she challenge my being a professional?

"Ano sa tingin mo?" she raised her brow as she cross her arms. "Kanina ka pa, nakatunga-nga diyan. Who knows, isa ka palang pasyente ng psychiatric ward and not a doctor." Now that was way off the line. Is she starting a fight with me?

"Mrs—I mean, Miss Sandoval, that is not the right way to talk to your doctor." I still kept my polite tone in check. She is after all my patient.

"Then is this how you act with your patients?" she retorted which made my tongue tied.

"Matagal pa ba to'? What are you going to ask me?" She sounds so much in a hurry. "I've been diagnosed with Schizophrenia since I learned how to talk tapos the depression came in the later years. Ano pa ba? I murdered my father. My sister almost died because of me and my mom...." she stopped midway as she was counting with her fingers with all the things that she has done.

"My mom....I don't remember doing anything to her, I think tapos my husband died dahil na rin sa sobrang katangahan ko. O, is there something else that you want to know?" She is really odd. I have never encountered a patient like her. Really, no patient in my long years in this field has ever been this honest and straightforward.

"Hoy! Nakikinig ka ba?" I managed to nod as a response.

"So?"

"So what? May iba pa ba?" She's really itching to leave this office and from what I could see, she has a fear of hospitals though she tries to hide it.

"Have you been depressed lately?" I have to keep my act together.

"Lately? If 8 years is referred as lately then yes. Ever since my husband died, lumala ako."

"Did you do anything that could possibly pose a threat?" She smirked. This girl is really one hell of a working progress.

"Kumakain. Natutulog. That's my routine for all these years inside my room so tell me, is that posing a threat?" Now, I'm even more confused. She doesn't even seem close to a depressed person. She's living a lone life but she's normal to me even if she tries not to act that way.

"Okay." I answered then wrote a new diagnosis saying that there are no results of her having depression.

"You have to visit me at least once a month for me to see if there's really nothing wrong with you." I have to make sure since she's kind of the type who does a lot of rash thinking.

"K." she simply rose from her seat and left with no more words said.

I guess I have another puzzle to fix.