Mania.

Chapter 6 - DAY 05

Chapter 6 – DAY 05

“The very next day, I woke up earlier than usual. I think it was three o’clock in the morning. I couldn’t get back to sleep. I just felt scared. I don’t know. For some reason I felt that someone is staring at me. I had goose bumps. I turned on the light to at least minimize that fear.”

            This part of my memory was not aided by any text messages, notes or anything that was my source of information on the previous chat with this psychiatrist. This memory seemed to never leave my mind.

            The doctor put down her pen and eyeglasses to listen to me very attentively. It’s like a very essential information is about to come out from my mouth.

            “I almost drifted to sleep but again I felt a bizarre feeling that a pair of eyes is looking at me from a distance. I am shaking with fear. I decided to just sit on my bed and wait for the break of dawn.”

            She didn’t respond. She put her eyeglasses back and grabbed her pen once more and began writing on the piece of paper.

            “I looked wasted when I went to school. Biology class was boring. We just watched a video about cells. Since the room is dimmed, I felt like sleeping. My eyelids became heavy and before I knew it, I am now in slumber.”

            I breathed heavily.

            “Then?” the doctor finally spoke.

            “I don’t know what happened next,” I answered.

            “Try looking at your cell phone for any clue,” she said.

            I began reading some text messages.

            “Just a chain message regarding the party that the most popular guy at school will be throwing after school.”

            “Youth,” she shook her head and smiled half-heartedly.

            I opened the call log and saw my answered calls.

            “Robert and I talked,” I murmured.

            “What did you two talked about?” she asked.

            I tried remembering our conversation but I just can’t. Everything seems to be blurred. The doctor kept quiet as she watched me in despair of recalling a memory.

            “It’s the end of the line,” I said.

            “How could that―, I mean, try to remember.”

            I just shook my head. She’s obviously growing impatient.

            This doctor is weird.

            There was a long silence in the room. The clock which is the very first sound I heard since I regain consciousness in this room once again invaded the silence.

            “I think it’s time to use it,” she said.

            I raised an eyebrow. What the hell is she talking about?

            “Hypnotherapy,” it seems like she answered my at-the-back-of-my-head-question.

            I felt hesitant about it. But if that could help me so I can leave this room already, I would do it. I’m getting nauseous here.