Twisted||MGC

Chapter 5

"I swear to God Jai, he was standing right in front of me" I had been trying for about an hour after therapy to convince Jai that I had in fact seen Michael in my room. So far it wasn't productive.

"Jesus Christ Alyssa, just drop it, you probably dreamed it" Jai argued back. He had just gotten out of his detox after his 6 days from the free time incident and I had just been getting him up to date on my... visitor.

"I know my dreams from my reality Jai" I glared at him, leaning in closer to continue the conversation at a whisper pitch. "Look, he was real. I touched him, I had all ten fingers too"

"What?!" Jai looked up alarmed as I did the same.

"Haven't they taught you the trick to know whether you're dreaming or not?"

"No..?"

"Well, normally you always have extra fingers in dreams, although I personally have less, like in cartoons. Anyway, after he left, I counted them and I had ten. He wasn't a dream" I had presumed this would exonerate my case, but it seemed I needed more evidence.

"So lemme get this straight, you're basing your mental stability on the fact you counted your fingers?"

"You're basing your mental stability on what people are telling you and not showing you" I countered, raising my eyebrow and pursing my lips as his eyes hardened and he sat up straighter.

"Alyssa, I am sick. I actually do have a mental illness. Can you just lay off? Jesus Christ, if you think I'm fine, you need your head checked again" He rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair, seemingly frustrated by the conversation.

"We're getting off track" I closed my eyes and shook my head, hoping to divert from Jai's bad mood.

"Oh yes, sorry to take you out of your boy fantasy" He snarked dryly at me.

I rolled my eyes but kept speaking "How did no one notice him sneaking in and climbing through a window? Or leaving?" I sat back and stared out the window, trying to come up with possible solutions.

"I don't know and I don't care. Why do you?" He whined, looking around obviously for an escape route.

"Because its the only bit of excitement, other than if they serve us real food, that I'm going to get"

"Well, if you find something else, let me know" Jai, looked deep into my eyes before getting up and asking to be escorted back to his room.

Now I had 2 problems. both including boys. Great.

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"What's your name?"

"Can we please skip this? Being asked the same questions over and over again every session gets quite tedious" I looked at Dr. Grenich blankly, wondering how he thought this all seemed to improve my depression in his mind. I think even he didn't have an answer for that. No one did.

"Do you not think asking them over and over again gets quite tedious?" He challenged me, quickly skimming his eyes over my patient file. I had always died of curiosity of wondering what they write in there, because I had never seen past the beige cover that concealed all contents. I notice after I give my view on something all the therapists or 'psychologists' as were supposed to call them, drop their head and their pen blurs across the page, making me wonder if what I'm saying is aiding me or hindering me from leaving.

"I'd hope so, otherwise you live a very melancholy life" I shrugged, crossing one leg over my knee and cupping it in my adjoined hands.

"How discouraging, I also believe the same to be of you" he spoke almost apologetically, as if he was sorry of my views towards his behaviour in his mortal state.