Psychology

My cell door opens with a faint creak, I turn away, I don't want these men to see that I have been crying. I would wipe these tears away if it wasn't for this jacket, it holds my arms and hands in a hugging position around myself with white brass buckles.

"Hello John." Says the voice of my well known psychologist. "It's been a while hasn't it." He pauses while I turn around.

The look of him makes me cringe. His familiar pasty white face, his bald head and if his nose was any bigger I think elephants would except him as one of their own.

"I'm not crazy you know, you don't have to keep coming back here, you know" my voice breaks away.

"No, no one thinks your crazy John" he says slyly. The guard next to him silently laughs. "SHUT UP!"

I scream at the guard, he stiffens up. My voice hurts, I start crying again. But not because of the deep pain inside of my throat, because I'm remembering why they're here.

"get the sedatives," the psychologist says to a man behind him that I can't see, he passes him a glass full of a silver liquid. He walks forward and presses it to my lips, I want to resist it but I'm just so thirsty I don't care what it does to me or what it tastes like, I just want to drink. I finish the glass of water mixed with crushed sedatives, (I figured that out by the taste and the unappealing colour). As the liquid touches my palate I calm down almost immediately.

half of the formula inside me, half of it dripped down my now stained jacket.

"Now John, you've been here at this institute for a little over a month now. Would you like to tell us again what happened, for real this time." He purses his lips and shifts his weight to his left foot.

"I'm not a liar. And I'm not crazy." I pause "I told you the truth the first time you where here, I saw what I saw! Why don't you believe me?"

I get flashes in my mind of it, it's face, it's body. I can't handle it any more, I begin to freak out. The room when I open my eyes spins before me"AaaaGGHHHH! LET ME OUT OF HERE, TAKE ME AWAY FROM HERE"

He doesn't say anything, he just looks at me as if I was an animal at a zoo and he was fascinated by my struggles and my pain. I scream as the short flashes of images implanted in my mind appear and disappear inside my head. My hands begin to shake and my heart starts to race again, I can here my heart's beating in my ears, I focus on the sound of it and the images go away.

"Fine!" I say "I'll tell you how it is and how I remember it happening!"

"Good" he says in a sly voice that makes a shiver crawl up my spine.

So I start.