Psycho (Under Editing)

Chapter Twenty-One ♪ May Twenty-Seventh (part2)

"This will be your room." Doc moved to the side and allowed me to enter. It was minimalistic, white linen sheets, raw wooden furniture and a window. It was nice. "I hope you like it. Though as you stay you can change it up a bit." I nodded, still studying the room.

This room was part of a little guest house. It had it's own mini lounge and kitchen. She was smart enough to know not to let her patient invade her personal life.

"Here is a schedule. And since you aren't a level three patient you are allowed to go and explore when you are not busy."

"Thanks." And with that she dropped a pair of keys into my palm and walked away. I gingerly dragged my bag behind me. This was all so surreal.

"You know why you are here right?" The voice started again, though her tone was softer and a little weary. It was unnerving.

"Why?" I asked, beginning to unpack.

"Come on Babe, it wouldn't be fun unless you guess." She teased. I just rolled my eyes. I knew that I was here for treatment, but I didn't think that it was the answer that she was looking for.

"Oh come on- wait, do you have a name?" I paused. I knew that I should have feared her, and yes I did. But if she was going to live in my head and kill me from within, then I should atleast know what to call her. I didn't know why exactly, but I thought subconsciously that by naming her or knowing her name, it would have given me some power over her.

"I have a name. Would you like to know?" I nodded eagerly. For once, she was being nice. "My name is Gabby." I paused, trying to think of someone who's name was Gabby, maybe I could find a logical explanation for why her voice was in my head.

But I knew no one of that name. Plus Gabby has a light British accent, I only came to London that very day. I chalked it up to me just hearing the name on TV or something. The subconscious mind is a tricky thing.

"Now that I've answered your question, you answer mine. Guess why you are here. " She said again.

"For help?" I questioned, only making her burst out in laugher. My head felt a little dizzy, but I managed.

"You are so naive Babe. Your parents sent you here so that they could get rid of you." I didn't believe her. I knew my parents loved me, so I went to put on some PJs when my phone began to ring.

I rushed for it, maybe it would be my parents checking up on me and I could shut Gabby up. So I answered the call. "Hello, Babe speaking." I sat down on the bed, pulling out the last item from my bag as I balanced the phone between my cheek and shoulder.

"Hey Babe." It was Jess, I froze, nearly dropping the phone. I left whatever I was about to pull out from the bag and grabbed the phone properly. Goosebumps tickled my arms and guilt ate away at my stomach.

"Jess." I whispered, a light blush painted my cheeks.

"How was your flight?" He quizzed, somehow pretending as if what happened before didn't. As if I didn't make a fool of myself over the phone.

"It was good. What made you call?" I asked, crossing my legs as I rested against the head rest.

"Do I have to have a reason for calling my girlfriend after she was shipped off?" He quizzed playfully. I nearly smile, but everytime I thought of Jess, Wes's taste would flood my mouth.

"Go and brush your teeth, now!" Jess was about to carry on talking, but I didn't want to anger Gabby, she seemed to be in a good mood, well she seemed better than she did yesterday.

"I've got to go Jess, I love you." I said on instinct, but as soon as it left my lips I froze. I have never said it to him before.

"You what?" He whispered, shock evident in his voice.

"I said I have to go. Bye bye Jess." I was about to cut the call when he tried to stop me.

"Wait!" I sighed out.

"Go now Babe! Right NOW!" I cringed, fear coating my body in shivers. Her evil satanic screams was making my head ache.

"I really need to go Jess." I heard him sigh.

"I love you too." And he cut the call. Those four words brought tears to my eyes. I finally had someone who truly loved me, but I had screwed it up. I stuffed my head into my pillow as I cried, but I wasn't alone.

"Babe, get going. Go and brush your teeth. Or do you like the taste of Wes still being there?" My cries didn't fade, but I got up and wobbled to the bathroom with my toothpaste and toothbrush in hand.

My hands were shaking. I didn't like it. I began to scrub at my teeth, trying to get it over with quickly.

"Harder!" Gabby shouted, and I obeyed, like the fearful subject that I was.

I scrubbed harder, I was scrubbing with an angry force. My gums began to burn a bit, but I didn't stop there. I felt disgusted and dirty all over again. I was so messed up. Wes's eyes, lips, his touch flashed through my head, I hated it. I cried harder, nearly choking on the minty foam still in my mouth.

"Gargle." I did as she said, feeling a raw bruised sting on my gums. "Go and grab some salt, there was some in the kitchen cabinets." I had no clue what she wanted salt for, but I walked through the house, my gaze to the floor.

I found myself counting the thin rectangle wooden tiles. And finally my shoulder bumped into a wall. It was the entrance of the kitchen. I opened the cupboards, I honestly wasn't paying any attention to what Doc was saying when she was showing me around.

In one of the lower cupboards I found the salt, along with many other spices. I grabbed the salt. "What now?" I asked, ignoring the pain in my mouth. I really tore into my gum's flesh. I deserved it.

"Grab a cup and put in three table spoons of salt." I quickly did as she said. "Fill the glass with water." I frowned, why would she need salt water.

"Okay, now what Gabby?" I asked, confused as hell.

"Gargle with it." And my breathing hitched. If I did that, then my entire mouth would burn. The salt would make the cuts flare up.

"Please no, Gabby I don't want to do this." I begged even though I knew I shouldn't have.

"You don't have a choice or I will tell Jess about Wes. And how much you enjoyed it." I shook my head, hot tears were back rolling down my cheeks, she knew I felt bad about what she made me do.

"How can you tell him?" I asked, trying to prove that she was just a voice and had no power. Trying to feel in control again.

"I won't, you will." And the loud piercing screams started. I cried out, dropping to my knees as I grabbed my head in my hands.

♪Author's Note♪

Wazzup peeps!!! It's your girl El♥ here. Do comment and let me know how you like the story.

Also I just want to apologize, if there are any sensitive readers that seem to take offense from my material, I am apologizing now before anything happens. I do not mean to disrespect people who have mental disabilities or suffer from any of the things that are being shown.

This book is actually to help raise awareness♥♥🤗🤗😘

♪Questions♪

1. How do you think Babe will tell Jess about Wes?

2. Do you think that she gargled with the salt water?

3. Is it odd that she is staying in the doctor's out house?

Feel free to drop your answers into the comment section.

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