I couldn't process what had happened the day before, the dream. Especially when I had woken up, I was beyond embarrassed. My psychiatrist had made me tell him what was going on, I didn't want to tell him, I hadn't told anyone, until now.
Eventually I spilled every little detail to him.
The man, the clock, everything.
He prescribed me some pills.
Flashback;
"Look Madeline, I know you're not okay, you know that too, but what I know is that you don't want to admit it, most patients don't."
I shrugged while taking in my surroundings.
White walls, a bookshelf with books all about psychiatry, and one simple painting of a smiling little girl blowing a dandelion on a beautiful summer day.
I wish I was as happy as her right now.
"Madeline, are you listening?"
My eyes went back to him.
"Mhm" I replied lazily.
"Just take these pills, two each time, three times a day, then come back when you finish so we can talk about the results."
I rolled my eyes and snatched them out of his hand, clearly knowing that I wasn't planning on taking them.
"I'm fine, but whatever floats your boat."
"Madeline, I'm a psychiatrist, I know who's okay and who's not okay, and my job is to make sure that you're okay and if you're not letting me do my job, then that's your decision, it's you who is gonna suffer."
I let out a laugh and smirked at him.
"Can I go now?"
I didn't wait for a reply, I opened the door and left, knowing that I didn't want to be in that place much longer.
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The flashback reminded me of something.
I walked over to my purse and pulled out the pills my psychiatrist had given me.
I walked over to my bathroom that connected to my bedroom and opened the pill bottle.
Without thinking it completely through, I dumped every last pill into the toilet and flushed it.
I let out a loud sigh, and smirked, I was satisfied.
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