Don't Listen to Your Heart

The Psychiatrist

The only sound in the corridor is my feet tapping on the ground, I let out a sigh.

I'm sitting on a small light blue armchair in a psychiatrist's waiting room.

Rocky wouldn't stop harassing me about it so I just agreed in only one session, and then he would stop stressing me about it.

I take deep breaths, this room makes me uncomfortable. In a way I couldn't even imagine it would be possible.

"Jordan?" a girl asks, I look at her with a sassy look.

I'm the only one in the room, is she serious?

I nod at her anyway, I just need to end this hell of a session and then I won't have to come here ever again.

"Hello, I'm Dr.Hendrix" he says shaking my hand,

"Sasha" I quietly say in a suffocate whisper.

"So, Sasha. Rocky told me a little about you and your situation" he starts,

"Isn't that illegal? Where's my privacy?"

"He's worried about you"

"And I'm worried about my privacy" I spat.

"Alright. You can lay down if you feel like that" he quietly says holding a notebook,

"No, thank you. It would make me even more uncomfortable than I already am"

"Why are you uncomfortable, Sasha?" he asks holding a pen.

"Oh, maybe it's because I'm forced to be here. Oh, wait, or maybe it's because you're gonna write down everything I say. Or it may be because if I tell you how I feel you would label me as a kind of mad ass person and send me to an hospital" I spat,

"That won't happen. Just give it a try" he smiles, I just stare at him with a look of disgust on my face.

"It often happens to me that I start thinking about anything, nothing in particular, and I just get really into it. Like literally lost in my own thoughts. And when I wake up, if you wanna see it like that, I've done things I don't remember" I start, sceptically.

"How often?"

"Does often have a time? I've must lost that part of grammar when I was in 1st grade" I ironically say.

"Alright. Then, what kind of things?"

"Any kind of. Last night I wrote an horror story while in trance, a week ago I cut my arm, 3 day ago I washed all of my clothes" I say as he starts writing down, I roll my eyes and sigh.

"What are you writing there? That I'm insane?" I ask, he stares at me,

"That's what you think you are?"

"That's what you think I am?"