There was a buzzing noise from outside the room, normally with the patient talking you wouldn't be able to hear it, but today was a different case.
Sat in front of me was a 'John doe' no one knew who he was and he refused to tell anyone his name.
"There isn't really anything in your file"
I read over the file again.
. . . . . . . . . . Full name: **blank**
Birthday: 2, 15, 1985
Parents status: father is deceased the mother is in Miami
Siblings status: he has 7 siblings they are all deceased
Nationality(ies): American, German . . . . . . . . . . Gender: male Hair color(s): brown Hair style(s): medium-length unkempt, curly, tousled. The curls are loose and natural. Skin tone: limestone (tan white) -Height: 6'8 -Weight: 214 . . . . . . . . . . Education: high school diploma . . . . . . . . . .
"Did you tell them this information?" I asked, when I didn't get an awnser I closed the file
I lifted my head and eyes to the man in front of me, his eyes were already set on me it was almost as if the roles were reversed.
He had to be referred to me because his last psychiatrist didn't work out, that's all the information they would tell me.
His eyes were cold and unforgiving, they were glaring at me, His body was stiff and his hands twitched.
"Are you nervous?" He still didn't awnser.
I take in his appearance there were cuffs wrapped around his wrist, there was a chain connected to his feet. The normal jumpsuit they had the patients wear was dirty and roughed up.
I brought my eyes back up to his face. He had some scars on his face, they were small and hardly noticeable.
I noted in my head to ask him about it.
I looked into his eyes. They were green, a mix between dark forest green and emerald green. They held an emptiness to them.
