Forensics

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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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