Hello, my name is selina richerson and I'm 24 and working at a mental health hospital in London my story started at 10th May 2017 and it was a normal day at work an I had an appointment with someone I hadn't worked with yet he was new and was submitted only a couple of days ago with PTSD and cases of sxizoframia.
I walk through the door to see a man in what looks to be about in his 40s or 50s he was almost bald he seemed restless. Fingers twitching, head turning like someone was seeking up on him, nothing out of the usual, trust me I've seen worse. I sat in the cold chair hoping to get his attention but no luck. This is how the conversation went.
"hello Mr Peterson my name is Dr. Richerson and I'll be your Councillor"
No answer, he wasn't even looking at me (this is going to be fun)
*ahem*"mr Peterson"
Suddenly his eyes locked on to mine, he was staring at me for a long 20 seconds but then in a crocky voice he said
"... You....look so pretty..."
Apart from the major creepy vibes I'm just going to have to say I am not "pretty" at all I have thin moose hair, a pointed noise, grey eyes and I'm very short, even for a aisan girl. At least I have some sort of fangs which is always a plus. I sheepishly reply with a "thank you"
We have a couple more attempts of a conversation. The knock of the door meaning the session is over is like music to my ears, I say goodbye and rushed out of there.
After various reports about depressed teenagers I left the workplace and went to the my apartment nere the university. I was in the middle of getting into my bunny onesie and I got a knock on my door I opened it to see a letter covered with love hearts and glitter, sparkling sequins and my name in curvy hand writing. I picked it up
..... I....
.... HAVE...
..... A....
... SECRET.....
...... ADMIRE!!!!!!
I giggle like a high school teenager I excitedly opened the letter being careful not to rip the envolope. My face sank when I started to read it the letter said....
Stab, stab, stab
I'm going to watch you bleed
To death, going to
Be fun:)
Underneath was a picture of what I assumed to be of me scribble out in red cryon
A death theat?
A prank?
Somthing else?
What have I done wrong?
I hid the letter under the bed and hoping it was one off... It carried on each night, getting more worried then the last. I called the police but each time they came around they tell me its some kids pulling my leg and some even give me a warning for wasting police time. I kept thinking that I was insane and that I was going to to to a mental hospital with the other crazh people, my family would be so worried if they thought I was going crazy. I should of lisned to mum when she said I would never make it on my own.
I'm such a failure...
16th of June I walked in from another day of work and another "love letter" at my door. I was saving up my money to move cross country but my money kept going missing, sometimes it was gone forever other times I would find it in the oddest places like in the toilet bowl once it was glued to the walls. I got into my pyjamas, a black t-shirt with some shorts, ate some noodles and went to bed at 1am. I must had forgotten to close the curtains because at 4am I woke up to someone tapping at my window, I look up to see who the f**k was that only to see the mental patient I had seen a month ago still in a blue gown with a crazed look on his face, his fingers black and red from dirt and blood and he smiles like he's done something right.
I let out the biggest screen and crumble on the floor. He was the the person that was ruined my live. He keeps tapping on my window and I. Crawl into the wardrobe and called the police.
"999 what's your emergency"
"*sniffle* s-s-s-someone's *sniffle* t-tapping"
I cry a bit more (I know pathetic)
"OK I'm going to call the police and the ambulance, is that OK"
"*sniffle* mm-hmmm"
"OK what's your name?" asked the lady's on the other side of the phone
"s-selina"
"wow, what a beautiful name selina" the lady's voice was so soft and gentle I started to cry harder. I was getting a headache from the tears and I was getting dizzy from breathing so hard. Someone bursed through the wooden door. I hold my breath. The silence became so loud. Then I herd footsteps.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry it will only make things worse. Why did I hide in the wardrobe? That where everyone hides. Why didn't I go out with my friends? Dose my family know I love them? What if I don't make it? What am I saying, of course I won't make it, he's going to open the wardrobe, see me and beat me to death with who knows what.
Useless, useless, useless USELESS
The footsteps are getting closer, my eyes are red a d sore and I'm sweating like a horse. The wardrobe starts to open up only to see...
A cotten blue gown.
My heart stopped... I look up to see the man who. Aller me pretty a few months ago. He stared and I stared back. This is my chance, I grab a French grey heel and chuck it, it hits his face and me makes a sound, like a mix of a yelp and a grone. I've done f**ked up. He starts to swing his arms around, trying to catch me but I have A Lot of shoes and an average throwing arm, but nothing lasts forever I eventually ran out of shoes. It's time for fist to fist combat I try to punch him in the throat but am too scared to come close so I'm just blocking weak punches.
He got me in a corner of a room and I prepare for my upcoming fate until another bang from the door. The mental patient jumps out of the window (this would be easy since we're on the second floor) the police and ambulance come in to see me as red as a beetroot by a wardrobe all by myself. The police search my apparent and see no traces of a "crazy guy" in a blue nightgown and yet give me another warning for wasting police time. I just sit there, dumbfounded. I just wanted to slit the policemans throat but I'm too tired to. The police level the apparent.
... Silence...
