BIPOLAR

Chapter Twenty One: Captive

    Sarah was strapped to a chair in Dr. Lee's office. She sat there completely unaware of her surroundings. In her mind she was floating in a body of water. In an instant Sarah was hurled up into the sky then hurled back to the ground but before she hit the earth she woke up.

   The lighting in Dr. Lee's office was red, there was a chair placed in front of her. On the table there was a violin.

   Dr. Lee emerged from the darkness beyond the light and sat on the chair facing Sarah.

   Dr. Lee picked up the violin and began to play a Vivalids Winter. Her style was beautiful, it was as though she created the piece herself. Sarah tried to move but the straps were way too firm and tight.

   Sarah tried to speak but Dr. Lee gave her a chilling glare. For four minutes Dr. Lee played that wonderful piece and when she was done Lee put the set back on her table.

   "Tell me Sarah, what do you think of love?", Dr. Lee asked.

   "Are you normal? Why are you asking me that dumb question?", Sarah answered. Dr. Lee pulled out a gun from her drawer and placed it facing Sarah.

   "I'd suggest you answer my questions properly Sarah", Dr. Lee said, her tone chilling.

   "Its a beautiful thing I guess", Sarah answered.

   Dr. Lee smiled. "You are right, it is. That warm feeling you get can't be replaced, can it? But love is a double edged sword, it gives and it takes. And the most cruel thing it manipulates."

   Sarah's curiosity piqued. "What do you mean manipulates?"

   Dr. Lee fixated her gaze on Sarah. " I want you to imagine Jamin here."

   And just like that, Jamin appeared out of thing air. Sarah moved backwards with her chair. "What the hell?"

   "You manifest illusions, you even manifest diseases, that's how I was able to keep you in that state", Dr. Lee said, "He is not real Sarah, Jamin right now is at the psychiatric ward of Queen Ingrids Hospital."

    Dr. Lee was right. Thanks to her actual mental illness and the Neuro Linguistic Programming that Dr. Lee experimented with on her, she was able to imagine Jamin there. Dr. Lee picked up a gun and aimed it at Jamin.

   Even though it wasn't real, Sarah's heart began to race.

   " If I asked you to rob a bank or else I'd shoot your son what would you do?"

  "I'd rob the mint", Sarah said in frustration.

   "What if I asked you to give me your life for you?", Dr. Lee asked.

    "You must have a God complex Lee", Sarah said, "Of course I would, he is my son."

    "Aww mother son bonding period, forget about Jamin for a moment Sarah", Dr Lee said, her expression serious, "Love makes us do crazy things Sarah. I hate the things I've done for it."

   "What have you done Lee?", Sarah asked.

   "He wasn't supposed to be with you, Sarah", Dr. Lee said, her anger increasing, " Why wouldn't he pick me? All he did was talk about you, Sarah. Wasn't I good enough?"

    "What the bloody hell are you talking about?", Sarah asked in fear.

    Dr. Lee raged. "Your stupid husband! Wasn't I good enough for him? He always talked about you whenever we were together, I hate you Juke stupid Watkins."

    Sarah got confused. "You were in love with Juke. How? You guys barely talked to  each other"

   Dr. Lee smiled."Don't I look familiar Sarah?" , Dr. Lee took off her her face mask and her wig. And Sarah instantly recognized her face.

   Sarah was shocked. " Blair?"

   A few hours ahead, back at the psychiatric ward Dostoevsky sat in his room, staring blankly at the wall. It had been four hours since Jamin's heart attack, and he was still waiting to hear any news.

     He had been pacing back and forth in his room, trying to burn off some of the nervous energy that had been building up inside him. But now, he was starting to feel exhausted.

    Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep, there was a knock at the door. Dostoevsky got up to answer it, and was surprised to see a doctor standing in the hallway.

     "Mr. Dostoevsky?" the doctor said. "Jamin has asked to see you."

    Dostoevsky's heart skipped a beat. Jamin was awake? And he wanted to see him?

    He quickly followed the doctor to Jamin's room, his mind racing with questions. What had happened to Jamin? Was he okay?

    When he arrived, Jamin was sitting up in bed, looking pale but determined. There were tubes and wires attached to his body, and a monitor beeped steadily beside him.

    "Dostoevsky," Jamin said, his voice weak but urgent. "I need to talk to you."

    Dostoevsky stood beside him. "Jamin, you need to rest," he said. "You almost died."

    But Jamin shook his head. "I don't have time to rest," he said. "I need to see Grace."

    Dostoevsky frowned. "Again? You already explored that option."

    Jamin's eyes locked on Dostoevsky's. "I don't care. It's the only way to save my mother," he said.

    Dostoevsky's expression softened. He knew that Jamin would do anything to save his mother.

    "What makes you think that Grace can help you?" Dostoevsky asked.

    Jamin hesitated, as if unsure of how much to reveal. "I don't know if she will respond positively," he said finally. "But I have to try. I have to know what she knows."

    Dostoevsky nodded. He understood Jamin's desperation. "I'll help you," Dostoevsky said.

   Jamin's eyes narrowed. "Why?" he asked.

    But Dostoevsky just shook his head. "Don't make me change my mind boy."

    Jamin looked at him skeptically, but Dostoevsky could see the desperation in his eyes. He knew that Jamin would do anything to save his mother, and he was willing to do whatever it took to help him.

    With that, Dostoevsky stood up and left the room, leaving Jamin to wonder what he had just gotten himself into. As he walked out of the hospital room, Dostoevsky couldn't shake off the feeling that he was cutting unlike his usual self.

    Blaine's phone rang, shrill in the silence of his humble abode. He picked it up, answering with a curt "Detective Blaine."

    "Blaine, it's Laura," a worried voice said on the other end of the line. "I need you to come to the hospital."

   Blaine's instincts kicked in. "What's going on?" he asked, already standing up and grabbing his jacket.

   "It's Sarah," Laura said. "Dr. Lee lied to her. She's not bipolar."

   Blaine's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

    "I mean that Dr. Lee fabricated the whole thing," Laura said. "Sarah just found out and she went to confront Dr. Lee. But now I haven't been able to reach her."

   Blaine's gut told him that something was very wrong. "I'm on my way," he said, already heading out the door.

   When he arrived at the hospital, Laura was waiting for him, looking frantic.

   "Where's Dr. Lee's office?" Blaine asked, his mind racing with possibilities.

    Laura told him, and Blaine quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

   "Meet me at Dr. Lee's office," he said, when someone answered. "We have a situation."