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evaluations

Rosemary Grace Waters

Age: 24

Patient was brought in under Police custody.

"Can you tell me where it first started?" The doctor looked intently to me and smiled sadly. Sadly. Funny, how when you're sick with a physical illness they treat you like any normal human being but when it's mental you're some sort of pathetic charity case.

I huff and lean back to the wall, the sanitary paper beneath me crinkling at my actions. When I breathe in I cringe. The smell of the doctor's office was a particular scent I never liked. In fact, I hated it. As I look at the Doctor again, he's still staring at me; waiting for my answer.

I give, "I don't know. Long as I can remember. I've been this way a long time."

The Doctor nods and looks at his clipboard. "You got fired from your recent job from what I understand. Can you tell me about that?"

"I don't see why it's any of your business."

"It becomes my business when something like this happens. It becomes my business when you're in my office."

I smirk and look to my lap, where I can see the exposed skin on my legs from wearing this hospital gown. "You're starting to play my game, aren't you doctor?" I look up at him and he isn't phased.

"Tell me, Rose." He eggs on.

"I think you and I both know why I'm here."

Eventually, after a minute of intense eye contact he sighs and leans forward. "You're here because you attacked your employer. Do you recall that?"

"Of course."

He nods, scribbling something down. "Well obviously you're quite aware of your actions. So let me get this straight, you get fired from your recent job because you and said former employer didn't quite get along. When you said some vulgar things to him he fired you. And what did you do after that?"

I laugh dryly. "I came back a few weeks later and set fire to his office."

"And then?"

"And then I punched him. I left the office when it started lighting up. It was amusing." The Doctor let out a long sigh once again and wrote something else down. I asked, "what are you writing?"

He looked up, adjusting his glasses. He was a stereotypical doctor. White hair, skinny body and glasses the size of his entire face. He glanced at his paper. "You've been evaluated before, haven't you Rose?"

I nod, bored. "Mhm."

"Are you a danger to yourself or others?" He asks. "If I let you go, will you do it again?"

I smirk and laugh again, "depends if someone makes me mad again." The Doctor furrows his eyebrows when I speak up again. "I want my old Doctor. He was much more interesting than you."

The Doctor shakes his head, "do you realize what you're being charged with? Now, I can't do much for you in the law's eyes but would you like to know what I see? I see exactly what you've been diagnosed with and they should've put you in the hospital a long time ago."

"Then go ahead. After all, I am a borderline schizophrenic psychopath with suicidal tendencies." He looks at me with his kind eyes and I want to laugh again.

"Rose, you don't even realize what you did." He talked while writing.

I didn't remember much, to be fully honest.