Stories Of Horror

Medicine

"Medicine"

I don't remember exactly when the hallucinations began, but I do remember the first time I was in a ball on the floor crying my eyes out because of all the flames and screams, which apparently only I could see.

My dad found me. I don't know how I would have pulled through if he hadn't been there, telling me it would be all okay. That I was going to be okay. That everything would be fine. Afterwards, he kept bugging me about seeing a doctor or a psychiatrist or a priest or someone, anyone who could help me with the horrible images in my mind.

At first, I wasn't very keen on the idea. I didn't like the hallucinations, but I didn't like being told I was sick, either. I didn't feel sick at all.

But as the hallucinations got increasingly worse, and my dad kept reassuring me I was living some childhood trauma and any person with a PhD would be able to fix me right up, I finally went and had a talk with my doctor.

He told me that what I was experiencing was called Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome. That I was experiencing it due to the horrible car crash my parents died in when I was a kid.

He gave me some medicine and all the hallucinations disappeared. And so did dad.