"So you must be Brady Slyer, am I correct?" Otis looks down at his clip board.
I sat quietly on the couch across from him. "Yes I am Brady." I sighed.
He puts down the clip board on his lap and puts all attention on me. "So, what seems to bring you to Therapy Mr. Slayer?" He asks.
I narrow my eyes. "My doctor." I told him the truth.
"Uh huh. He wouldn't have sent you here if there wasn't anything wrong with you. Am I correct?" He leaned forward.
I leaned back and looked away. "There's nothing wrong with me."
He just stared at me, with this weird glare. "If there wasn't anything wrong with you. You wouldn't be right her right now.. Am I correct?"
"Yeah whatever." I groaned, trying not to look at his creepy face. Otis then sits up and puts on his glasses. God I felt like I was in high school again.
"Let start our session" Otis sets the timer for one hour. "How long has these voices been going on?"
"I... I don't know." I stutter "6 maybe 8 years?" Crossing my arms in my lap, trying to give Otis a hint saying, I don't want to be here!
Otis uncrosses his leg and started writing. "Have you had any traumatic historic events that might have put an impact on you?" He doesn't look up from the clip board.
I thought for a minute. "My biological parents left me." I said bluntly.
"Do have any idea why?"
"No! All I know is that my foster mom Dalilah took me in, when nobody else would. Also this old guy told me that my father's name is like Johnathan or something and he might be alive. But the thing is, I searched so hard for him I just gave up, then I think, if my father really wanted me, he would still be looking for him." I said irritated. It felt good to get all of that off my chest.
Otis looked like he wrote down every word I just said. "Have you ever thought. Maybe he gave up on searching for you, just like you gave up on searching for him? That maybe he thinks that your dead?"
I swallowed my breath and dwelled on that small thought. What if he's right?
"Do these voices tell you to do stuff?" He asks me.
I sighed "no not really, they just verbally abuse me."
"What does it say to you?" He softly said.
I gave a loud groan "can this session be over now!?" I complained.
He checked the timer "not yet, we have 30 minutes left. So please tell me what they tell you."
I just shake my head, moving my hand as I speak. "I don't know. Just tell me, nobody loves me, kill myself, I'm a failure, everyone abandoned me." I looked at the ground.
"Dr. Wickershin. Prescribed you this antipsychotic medication. Does it help you?"
I nod "if I take two in the morning, it mostly lasts all day. But then I take take one at night so I can sleep and they won't bother me."
"Interesting" Otis wrote down everything. "What do you mean by mostly?"
"They don't stay away very long. I don't know why."
"Do you think they are getting stronger?"
"I try not to think of it that way or else they take over me."
"Have they ever pushed you passed your limits?" He asked.
I stayed silent as I rest my hand on my arm. I didn't feel like showing him. What I've done. I feel like people would think different of me and I don't want that.
"Is there a problem Mr slyer?" He asked rest in a hand on my shoulder.
I shook my head and sighed softly. "I... I just want to go home. Please."
He checked the timer "alright. Your free to go. Shall I see you next Wednesday?" He opens the door for me.
I gave him a soft smile and nod.
"Drive safe" Otis said as he closed the door behind me.
I walk to my car and sat in there for a few moments. I checked my phone , turns out I had 4 messages and 2 missed calls.
Message 1: Justin. 2:01p.m.
Hey Brady, just wanted to check up on ya. I left your meds on your night stand. Please don't forget to take them! :)Message 2: Justin. 2:25p.m.
Hey can you please call me when you can?Message 3: Justin. 2:58p.m.
(Error: unable to open message.)Message 4: xxx-xxx-xxxx 3:14p.m.
Hello? This is Mason. Something happened to Justin. Please I need you to come to the downtown hospital. Asap. HURRY!I looked at the last 3 message with concern. I started my car and turned it around, to the direction that the hospital is in. I quickly found a parking spot and ran inside.
I went to the front desk and asked the lady "is there a Justin that just arrived today?"
She looked through the files. "Room 23 on floor B"
I walked down the hall and up the stairs. Searching for a sign that had a number of 23. When I finally found the room I stepped inside and my face just dropped.
"Oh Justin.... What happened?"