Days look exactly the same.
I wake up, eat breakfast, and go for a walk, nothing more.
Some days we have to do some exercises. Other days we have checkups, but that rarely happens. My psychiatrist meets me four days a week.
It wasn't satisfying I wanted more time to finish my story.
That day I went for breakfast early... "You're early"
"Obviously" I teased
He smiled at that.
That smile stopped clocks; it's the kind of smile that killed people and brought life to others.
"You're mean today" he teased back
"Obviously" I said again
"Well, did you go save the world by telling the truth?"
"I did, but it's not enough"
"Why not?" he acted as if he knew me since forever,
"I'm not satisfied. I need to talk more than that"
"Okay, I'm all ears" The idea of me telling him about what I tell Julianne is seriously kind of uncomfortable, and he's acting like we've been talking since last year.
"Are you a psychiatrist?"
"Well no. But I am a friend" he replied
"What do you want to know?"
He smiled thinly at me
"I don't want to know anything! I just want you to feel better. I guess?" He announced.
I squinted at him trying to figure out if he's serious or not.
Apparently he was. "Okay Nickolas, we'll make a deal. When I don't have sessions with Julianne, I'll talk to you. Okay?" He nodded. It was decided, I shall tell him the points that aren't very important, so that it won't affect my 'getting out of here' plan but at the same time I would keep myself suspended and in the mood. I gave him a summary of how exactly did we meet and where.
Nickolas now is considered to be my best friend. Let's ignore the fact that 'maniacs' shouldn't ever have best friends; especially me.
Not that I don't deserve one, but you know life sometimes can get you to that point where you don't want a best friend.
. . . . . . .
"Her name was Lana." I explained to Julianne as she sat on her chair taking notes.
"She was my best friend. We had so much fun together" it brought me back to the first day Dylan ever met her.
"It was such a lame party, but she made it better, she was too lively; I mean she always knew how to make everything better..."
That Tuesday I missed my alarm and was sleeping like a pig, until my doorbell started ringing savagely.
I walked to the door and was astonished of what lays ahead of me
It was Dylan.
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Ameles potamos
Mystery / ThrillerI read a line once before that said "When reality is a prison your mind can set you free" I must disagree, your mind can also be one of your worst enemies. When Niala an eighteen years old teenager is inserted to a mental hospital, she finds hersel...
