chapter three

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One month later
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So the dreams keep happening, over and over again, and its scaring me, its always Josh who dies. I took it upon myself to consult my doctor, I strode up to the doctor's office and knocked awkwardly on the oak door.
"Come in!" She yelled from the depths of her claustrophobic room.
I grasped the brass knob and had to wiggle it slightly so it would jig open.

I stumbled into the office as a woman who appeared to be in her late fourties sat at her desk, i set my purse on my lap as I sat down on the leather seat my heart was pulsing faster than the rhythmic beat of Joshua's drums.

"So you called in saying that you keep having the same 'blurry face'  dream?" She saks fondling the paperwork in front of her.

"Correct." I replied simply, not knowing what to say exactly.
I fiddled with my fingers to distract myself from bursting out into tears.

"So its says here that you suffer from anxiety attacks and your line of work is examining dead bodies, lovely!" She said, skimming her eyes through the cream coloured paper.

"Well, there are cases of people who work in mourges having these types of dreams, sometimes the fact that you are with the dead can effect the mind." She explained matter of factly.
The thing is, I've worked at the mourge for two years now, the dreams only started two months ago.

"I can recommend you to a friend of mine who is a psychologist if you like?" She asked, hoping I would take up the offer, which I did.

"Here, this is her card." She handed me a small piece of card with the name 'Dr. Bruce' and her clinic's adress. I took the card and thanked her.  Its time to find out what's really going on.
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Yo so this is chapter 3 y'all, 😉
Hope you like it.👌
I have nothing else to say rn.🍌
PEACE OUT FRENS✌

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