Chapter 12: (Aaira's pov)
17 July, 2025.
The old woman's grip on my arm was tight as she pulled me toward a building I hadn't noticed before. It was tall and foreboding, with a bright, modern design that felt cold and uninviting to me at least. I tried to resist, but her strength was surprising, she was old and she shouldn't have such strength.
Aaira: I don't want to go to a psychiatrist or whatever it is, please!0
I protested, But she didn't seem to care.
Old Woman: You don't have a choice, Y/n. This is for your own good.
She replied sharply, leading me through the doors and into a sterile, white hallway. The walls were lined with posters depicting serene landscapes and smiling faces, but they did little to calm my nerves, I was scared as hell.
We reached a room at the end of the hall, and she knocked briskly before opening the door. Inside was a small office, decorated in soft, calming colors. A man in his mid-fifties sat behind a large wooden desk.
Old Woman: Dr. Harris, this is Y/n.
She said, pushing me forward slightly. Dr. Harris stood up, extending a hand.
Dr. Harris: Hello, Y/n. Please, have a seat.
I reluctantly sat down in the chair opposite him, feeling like a cornered animal. The old woman took a seat in the corner, her eyes never leaving me, why was she eyeing me?
Dr. Harris: So, Y/n, how have you been feeling lately?
He asked, gently. I glanced at the old woman, then back at him.
Aaira: I'm not Y/n.
I said. Dr. Harris raised an eyebrow.
Dr. Harris: Oh? And who are you then?
Aaira: My name is Aaira. I'm from the year 1818.
I replied, The old woman sighed heavily, but Dr. Harris didn't seem fazed.
Dr. Harris: I see. Why don't you tell me more about that?
He said, leaning back in his chair. I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal, and if he was the right person to share ? Would he consider me crazy like others?
Aaira: I don't know how I got here. One moment I was in my own time, and the next... I was here. Everything is so different, so strange. I just want to go back home.
Dr. Harris nodded thoughtfully.
Dr. Harris: It sounds like you're feeling very disoriented and out of place. That's understandable, given your situation.
He said, his tone was sympathetic, was he pitying me?
Dr. Harris: But you must understand, time travel is not something we believe to be possible. It's more likely that you're experiencing some form of delusion or confusion.
Aaira: I'm not delusional!
But He still said gently, I don't care about what he was saying, neither I was delusional, nor I was lying.
Dr. Harris: Let's talk about your life here. What do you remember about your family?
Aaira: I don't remember anything about this place! This is not my family.
I replied, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
Aaira: My family is in 1818. My husband, Jeon Jungkook, and our son, Jeon Aimin.
Dr. Harris scribbled something on his rectangular thing.
Dr. Harris: Can you tell me more about them? What were they like?
YOU ARE READING
In Another's Skin
Fanfiction"Each night, I wished for you to find me, like a prince rescuing his princess from evils. I wished for you to be my hero, even as the pages of my life turned against me. Each night, I cast my wishes into the dark, praying you'd come and turn my sto...
