IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD

Chapter 13- The Creepy Old Guy

He was sitting in his chair and writing something on a pad of paper. He was wearing a tailored, plaid suit with his glasses hanging on a chain around his neck, so naturally I thought, Either flaming gay or high class douche bag.

The thought made me giggle, maybe louder than necessary, and the guy looked up. He gave me a disgusted scrunch of the nose then looked back down at his papers. Annoyed as crap, I opened my mouth but before I let my words escape, the man interrupted.

"Sit down, Ms. O'Conners." He was British so his accent made him sound mean and agitated. "As you wish, Sir Epically Royal Jack-ass." He looked up but simply told me to sit down again and continued working on that paper.

"This will take four and half more minutes so sit down, get comfy, and wait patiently. And don't speak." I saluted to him and sat down but he didn't see me.

Okay Xander, spill, I said focusing my eyes on the doctor man.

I closed my eyes and words appeared, as if reading a book on my eyes lids.

Name: Dr. Timothy Nathanial Avery

Age:52

Details: Happily married with seven children and buckets of money. He hates kids younger than ten. Given up at birth and tossed around foster homes. Went to med school in Massachusetts and is now a pediatric physician. Oh and was having an affair with his assistant.

I had heard enough to have something on this guy if I needed to prove a point. Now, I just had to wait.

He was done on the exact second he had said.

"Now, Ms. Katrina D. O'Conners. If you don't mind me asking, what is D stand for?" I looked up him quickly. "I do mind. Even if you were my grandfather, I wouldn't tell you my middle name. No one on this planet other than my mother and I know my middle name. So yes, I mind unbelievably much."

Dr. Avery got a hurt look on his face. "Sorry to offend you, Katrina." I only nodded in response.

"So what drugs are ya gonna' hook me on." I said jokingly. He scrunched down his eyebrows,"Certainly none that could even possibly fix your grammar." He smiled for the first time.

It was a heart-felt smile but his teeth were to yellow and the bottom row was too crooked to not find it creepy. I really didn't mind the creepiness all that much. For the first time, someone other than Kathy was smiling at me for reasons beyond trying to hold back tears or laughter. Well other than Rickey, too.

"I am putting you on Izoidine, a new medicine to suppress any form of aggressiveness or over active anger issues." He kept speaking about the medicine but I tuned it out. Something in his words or maybe his face was to planned out to be truth.

I focused in on the man's eyes and asked Xander to read what was really happening. The words, once again, came to me, so without a filter, I let them take charge.

"Liar. Izoidine is a suppressant but you aren't putting me on it for the reasons you just said. You are shutting down my emotions and seeing how I react. You are part of Project Intelligence. You don't like kids under the age of ten, and I am five. Every smile, every laugh, was all to gain my trust, not to be nice, so I would resist you putting drugs in my body."

The man looked confused and angry," That is a very serious accusation." He said sternly.

"Am I wrong?" I demanded.

"Ms. O'Conners I-" He began.

"Am I wrong doctor?" I said through closed teeth.

Rage boiled inside me. I wanted to do anything to get out of that room. I was being treated like a lab rat.

James ran through the door panic on his face. "Katrina, sit down." James said. "No!" I yelled. "I am not your test subject. I am not some donated lab rat. You will not put anything in my body and if you do, you will wish that you had never even let me in this hospital. I am capable of more than you think."

I closed the door with my mind and locked it. "How did you do that?" The doctor asked. I didn't respond. "Who did that?" He asked.

I looked at his desk and with my mind, picked up a sharpie. On the big beige wall behind Dr. Avery's desk, I wrote: I'm in her head -X.

Dr. Avery tried to subtly nod to signal James to sedate me as if I would kill them. But I spoke before he moved.

"Sweet Mother Of God, James, if you even think about sticking that needle, you so crappily hid behind you, in or any where near my ass, I will burn down this hospital." I laughed in spite of my comment. "I am not here to hurt any of you, nor do I want to hurt any of you. And I know that you are just doing your job, but it may come as a shock that I am an actual living, freaking breathing human personage just with an entity inside my brain.

"I am not your rabbit that you get inject stuff into to test reactions. Now James, walk me as well as your self back upstairs. Please and thank you." I packed maximum sarcasm and mocking attitude into my please and thank you just to make James mad.

I simply walked out of the door and James followed. We got to the elevator without a word said. The doors dinged open and we walked in. James hit the correct floor button and then leaned against the wall.

"Shut up." I said. "I didn't even say anything." he said, obviously annoyed. "You are thinking and it's annoying. And sorry for yelling at you." I lifted a corner of my mouth and looked up at him.

He started to smile back then said," No your not."

I couldn't resist," You are so right. I am not sorry at all. You guys, and by that I mean the whole staff involved in me, suck. I can't believe you convinced Kathy to let me be part of this. I am not crazy or in need of being researched, yet I am stuck in an asylum being lied to.

"And sure, I am a big bad five year old who knows everything and you all know it but that doesn't give you the right to test me. I am not some alien life form. I am a human with an in-human quality. I know everything and can freeze time and can tell you what your thinking. But don't worry about the freeze time thing. Doesn't concern you."

The elevator dinged before I could finish my rant. But of coarse, when the doors slid open...