Mania.

Chapter 1 - DAY 00

Chapter 1 – DAY 00

Tick tock, tick tock.

            The sound of the clock is the only thing I heard. I woke up from a deep slumber and found myself inside an office.

            I do not know what I am doing or how I got here. I do not know why I am wearing my dirty school uniform or why I have scratches on my skin. Moreover, why I am in front of this woman?

“Tell me, where were you yesterday?” she asked me unexpectedly.

            “Who are you? Where am I? What are you talking about?” I asked with complete frustration.

            She just smiled at me and began writing on a paper.

            I began scanning the room. The room is painted light green. The blinds and the curtains are closed. I had a glance on her table and there is the digital clock. It states that it is Sunday, ten in the morning.

            “What’s happening here? What am I doing here?” I asked.

            She sighed. “I am here to help you. Just calm down, Lucas.”

How did she know my name? I gulped.

            “Well Lucas, it’s rude for me not to introduce myself. My name is Dr.―”

            The ring of the telephone interrupted her.

            “I’m talking with a patient. I will get back to you later. Bye,” she hung up.

            “Sorry about that. I’ll be your psychiatrist and today, we’ll be having our very first session,” she pursed her lips and leaned her elbow on the table.

            “What psychiatrist? I don’t need a psychiatrist. I’m not crazy!” I said in fury.

            “Ssshhh. I want you to calm down. I know you are not crazy. It is just that I want you to help me with something,” she removed her eyeglasses and I can see her blue eyes staring at me.

            “How can I help you with?” I asked her.

            “Can you recount what happened yesterday?” she asked.

            I do not know what she’s talking about. I tried my best to open my mouth but it just did not.

            “It’s seems like you have forgotten it already,” she put her eyeglasses back and began writing on the paper.

            I am not sure but I think that paper is an evaluation paper.

            “Can you at least tell me how you spent your entire week before today?” she asked.

            I shook my head. “Why?”

            She cleared her throat and pushed her lowering eyeglasses back.

            “There was this accident and you’re the key to its fast resolve,” she said.

            I raised an eyebrow. “So I’m a suspect now?” I raised an eyebrow.

            “Of course not!” she exclaimed.

“And don’t you think you’re the wrong person to ask. Aren’t these kinds of stuff belonging to the police?”

“Well, that’s what just the police did. Turning you over to me,” she put down her pen and laid her back at her chair.

            I am really wondering who the hell this person is. This woman whom I guess is in her late forties wearing corporate attire under a white coat. I can see her name sawn on her coat but her brown hair covers half of it. All I can see is “...MAN, MD.”

            “What accident is that?” I asked.

            “A horrible accident,” she emphasized.

            I felt weird just by that answer.

            “I’m sorry. I think I can be of any help with you. I barely remember what happened yesterday and you are asking me what happened last week. It was like days ago.”

            She smiled. “That’s why I will have you undergone hypnotherapy.”

            “Hypnotherapy?”

            “Yes. This will help you recall all those memories suppressed in your brain. Like digging out an old memory.”

            “Can we just use a different method? That sounds nasty,” I felt cold. I reached for the coffee on the table and took a sip.

            “Yes, we can. But it will surely be a hard time,” she also took a sip from her coffee.

            “Like how?” I asked.

            “Evidences. Logs or anything. Like old text messages, probably your school notebook, calls etcetera,” she answered.

            “Oh right,” I reached for my back and my bag who is usually there is gone. “Silly me. I don’t even have my bag.”

            “If I’m not mistaken, that’s yours right?” she pointed at the blue bag near the door.

            I nodded. I stood up and I felt a pain on my head and leg.

“Ouch!” I exclaimed.

            “If it weren’t for the accident,” she said.

            I tried walking but with every step is an excruciating pain. I grabbed my bag at once and went back to my seat with so much effort.

            “After this session, you should be having various scans on your head and some physical therapy. So we should work this out together okay?” she pushed herself up from a long lie on the chair and grabbed her pen once again.

            I opened my bag and saw my notebook, some textbooks, my cellphone, my tablet, a flashlight, a black mask, and a pen. Why the hell do I have a flashlight and a black mask?

            I bring out my notebook, textbooks, and cellphone and put down my bag on the floor.

            “Let’s start whenever you like. Monday?” she asked.

            I nodded.