Shadows of Death

Chapter 4(Charlie section 13)

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He couldn't stay in that position pulling his knees to his chest. He stretched out on the bed. His sobbing sound filled the cell in less than a second. He wept loudly. He weeped and pushed the pillow on his face as hard as he could. Maybe he could strangle himself...but no! He couldn't kill himself. He didn't believe in suicide!

If he pushed the pillow on his face, nobody could hear his tragic weeping. He didn't like nobody feel for him. Although he was sure nobody in this world cared about him! Suddenly he thought about Christopher again. How much he wished he was there with him. Surely if he could be with him he would feel more peace. How much he was missing Christopher, but now even Christopher wasn't with him anymore!

He wept and wept, and soon he lost track of time and he realized at one point Officer Naderi came and opened his cell door and asked him to come out for lunch but Charlie just ignored him and Naderi closed the door without any attention to him. The next time he called Charlie for exercise but the same thing happened: he just sat there in the middle of bed. He hugged his knees and stared at an unknown point on the plaster wall in front of him. He stayed in this position for a long time until for the third time the cell door opened. This time Officer Naderi was not at the entrance of the door. A short and comparably fat man was there instead. He wore the white coat that showed he was a doctor. He had a white bag in his right hand. The man entered the cell said to the soldier: "It may take a long moment."

The soldier who had an unknown voice for Charlie quickly said: "Please knock on the door when you are done."

The doctor nodded and with his little eyes searched for Charlie. When he found him he walked into the cell. The soldier was waiting for him to enter, and when he came to the cell just going to close the cell door. But before he could do this, he stopped. Charlie out of the corner of his eye saw a shadow of someone in front of the soldier. The doctor noticed that shadow, too. He turned back and saw the soldier going to salute him but he stopped again. The unknown shadow raised up his hand and prevented him from completing the salute. For a few seconds the soldier was startled by the shadow. Although Charlie couldn't see anything more than the cap and boot of a soldier, he understood clearly like the doctor that the shadow wanted to see what was happening in the cell. Maybe because of that the soldier disappeared and the doctor came back to Charlie's side. The cell door was open and the doctor with short steps came and stood in front of Charlie. He put his bag at the foot of the bed and as he tried to stand straight he said: "Hello, Charlie! I'm Doctor Afshar. If you remember, your lawyer asked a doctor to visit you."

Charlie was not looking at the doctor. In fact, instead of the doctor entering the room and the black shadow in the entryway, he didn't pay any attention to his peripheral events. Now he just gazed at the doctor's stomach instead of his face. He stared at the big black button in the middle of his stomach! At first he stared at the plaster wall in front of him but when the doctor stood in front of him he couldn't look at the wall anymore so he just gazed into the doctor's stomach!

Doctor Afshar hoped to form a fast friendship with Charlie. Just like other psychiatrists, he wanted to be heartfelt with his patients. So he sat on the edge of the bed near him. Then he looked at the yellow diary of Debra's in the corner by the wall. It was open and few of the pages had been folded up. His look at that devil diary looked like he knew everything that was written in that notebook. And when he started to speak, Charlie was sure of it.

The doctor said: "Soooo...sometimes you have problem that you didn't even consider! I really want to tell you something, Charlie. To tell you the truth, I have a son who is one or two years older than you. A few months ago he fell in love with a girl. They met each other in the street. Well, just like other fathers, I didn't advise him. At that age giving advice is a stupid act. I'm sure you know it. You are a young guy just like my son. You have personality and pride. You want other people to look at you with respect and encouragement, and my son was no exception..."

Charlie was sure everything he said was a lie! From the first sentence he understood he was telling lies to be close to him. He thought this doctor wanted to get him in his office and take some money from him with this method, but Charlie had enough of a clue from working with psychologists. When Charlie peeked at him he understood and felt that all of his fat body was mired in lies! If he had a boy at this age he would advise him instead of looking and controlling him and telling his story for other people!

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