Psychosis

1

She sat there. It was 3pm. She was planted on a small bench in the dark realms of the subway. Having just graduated from university a year ago, she was new to the workplace. Apprehensive she was. But excited. She had a sense about her that inspired people. She was a good, hardworking person. She'd breezed through school, her mind always focused.
Ultimately she was lucky to have had such an easy time and to have not had many troubles. She was a very independent young woman and tried her best not to let others bring her down which she often succeeded at.

Being the genourous person she was, at thirteen she had decided she wanted to become a psychologist and started to Persue her career from there. She always thought about giving something back and this was undoubtedly an honourable way to do so. And not to mention it was a congenial respect in which to reflect her capabilities. She was just perched there, waiting for the train. Waiting for what seemed like one million lifetimes.

All at once, the delayed train plunged through the tunnel and came into vision. She had been getting panicked that she was about to be late for the job she had worked so hard to achieve. But all those thoughts were suddenly erased from her overactive mind when the vehicle darted along the tracks, in her direction. With a reformed state of mind, she stood - eyeing the train's passengers one by one. There was no arguing the fact that there was certainly a variety of individuals on the carriage.

As the doors shot themselves open, she fixed her earphone into her ear. Pressing "play", the notes danced in and out of her ears collectively, calming her anxiety. There weren't any empty seats. There were more than double the people standing compared to sitting. She wondered inquisitively how long the sitting passengers had been on the train to have actually achieved a place to sit.

She was incredibly nervous. This was her first job. She'd gotten it which was an incredible accomplishment, but she was more focused on weather she could win over the boss. She had to keep the job, aswell as obtain it. She couldn't contain her nerves; and kept trying to console herself but she seemed to have been plunged into a world of the unknown. She had always been apprehensive of the mentally ill; and although she chose to have this career path, was trying to contemplate her decisions in a rational manner/ without panicking.

The train came to a hault. Her brain followed. This was it. Her career of being a councillor was to be continued from this very moment. Trying her best to feel excited, she trembled off of the sub, and entered the vast world of the capital. She hardly knew where she was going but nevertheless she strode towards the signs which were destined to direct her to her new employment. A faint voice emerged from the outskirts of her eardrum. Familiar, but not necessarily wanted. It had turned out to be Nathan Smith. A snobby, narsisistic, British accountant from her university.

He'd possessed an extremely obsessive crush on her during her time at college, and she despised him. She hadn't called it a crush until recently since it was so abnormal. He didn't act like he was in love with her. He did infact the opposite. Now that she recalled turning him down, she realised his sociopathic tendencies may have been a big contribution to that. Before he asked her out, he was always checking on her. Messaging, calling, looking at her Facebook profile. For a short while, she had managed to ignore him until his presence became apparent once again. He had watched her every move. Become utterly obsessed.

Any time that she would go out, he would be on constant alert; messaging her as if he had possession over her. She wasn't even his girlfriend. He wasn't even her crush. Running into him just before she was going to her first day of work was possibly one of the most inconvenient coincidences she had ever encountered. As he spoke, his saliva trickled down her face as it had been splurged onto her via his misbehaving lips. Succeeding at driving herself away, she rumaged through the sea of anonymous faces in the subway.

Out of relief, her mouth exhorted a long breath as she reached the exit of the station. She was now faced with building after building. Each one overcrowding the next. Having grown up in a small town in the countryside, she wasn't at all used to the hustle of a city like this. As her Petit head loomed a 360* radius, she recalled her job interview. How the head nurse had not shown a positive attitude towards her answers, infact the opposite. Perhaps it was the all consuming irony of them having the same surname and grown up in the same area that turned her away from what should of been enthusiasm about hiring her.

She was struggling immensely to direct herself to the building. The map was more so an optical illusion, redirecting her eyes to various coloured lines and blurring itself out of focus. She told herself if she wasted ten minutes attempting to fish her sunglasses out of her handbag, it would make her even later so it was probably more benificial to persevere in reading the map unaided. She (a minute later) caught sight of a tower in the distance, which seemed to be in terrible condition from where she was standing. As her dainty feet pushed themselves into a tip-toed position, her astute brain was also made aware of a lighter building, that was attached -or extremely close in distance- to the dingy tower.

Pacing closer and closer to the tower and the megalithic architecture which sat just beneath it, she eyed the barbed wire in its fear-striking appearance. How it towered over her, caused a slight quiver in the nerve endings of her neck, immediately causing a sense of vulnerability in the air around her. She allowed herself the best chance to ignore the somewhat imaginary feelings in her blood, but the building continuously radiated unwanted thoughts into her ingenuous mind.

Feeling an unfamiliar emotion, she stopped. Although almost clueless at finding her way, something in her mind obliterated the thought of this being the new place she worked. Helplessly, her dainty feet patted the uneven pavement in distress, as she struggled to catch up with her thoughts. This was a typical aspect of her personality; suddenly overthinking the matter as soon as it became reality directly facing her. She tried to dodge the idea of reality catching up with her, and confronting her usual confident persona. Before she left for college, she had breezed through the basic life of a child growing up in the countryside's "sub-suburbs". That's what the locals liked to call the  small county anyway. This was the first time in her life in all fairness, that she'd actually experienced anxiety. The pit of her stomach motioned around her middle like the ocean on a stormy winters night: unsteadily and forcibly.

Once again, her head turned towards the intimidating architecture, and made her shudder. "Fuck it." She muttered, her mouth unfamiliar with such a phrase. Even she was shocked she said it. The words didn't seem to fit with her sophisticated vocabulary. But taking on a new outlook on this new job, she strode with a pride she had picked up from the anxious feelings. Amazingly, she found the entrance within an extra five minutes. She was