I talk to the cops and have them analyze the two notes, the one from last year and the letter I just received. They come back with unfortunate news. "Miss, we just analyzed the first note, the bookmark. It matches the handwriting on the entry form we had you fill out." I was completely winded. "We can refer you to a mental health clinic but I think we're done here." They said, looking quite pissed, especially for new yorkers. "I don't understand..." I said stammering. "Miss you have to leave, now." "can I at least get the letter back if you didn't test it?" The cop rolls his eyes but obliges. I grab the note and walk out.
A mental health clinic, wow. Might not be too bad of an idea, just get my anxiety checked out. And the cops already made the appointment so why not. I head over and scan over the note again, you'd think I'd remember writing myself notes on bookmarks.
As I walk into the clinic it instantly reminds me of an insane asylum. White walls, padded chairs and muted colors. I tell them my name and they usher me back to a room. They do a couple tests and come back with more interesting news. "you have a mild form of schizophrenia. This causes you to remember things in a different way, and your brain tricks you into believing it." She says carefully. "I'm very sorry, we can prescribe some medication to make it better." I stare at her "Antipsychotics, you mean. Thank you very much." I say as I hurtle through the doors.
Antipsychotics, they want me on antipsychotics I kept thinking walking home. When I get to my apartment there is a package waiting for me, from my mom. I take it inside and open it. I am instantly pissed. She sent me a computer and a note. typed up is reasons why I need it. I figure the problem was all in my head, a computer won't hurt. Boy was I wrong.
I set up the computer and try to call my mom with the video camera, but it won't go through. Oh well. I leave it open and start to get ready for bed. I get in my pj's and brush my teeth. As I walk out the green camera light is on. Thinking nothing of it I turn the computer on sleep mode and pass out on the bed
I wake up with the feeling that someone is watching me, and the computer camera is on, again. I put tape over the camera and go back to bed.
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Eyes in the Back of Your Head
Misterio / SuspensoHave you ever felt like something was off, like someone was following you, or maybe staring at you. Imagine having that feeling all the time Alexandria Perez has been told she has bad anxiety, but they just don't know the whole story. According to h...