The Man In A Fedora

Chapter 3: Illusion

03/04/2019

Doctor appointment...
Even Alison suggested me to see a doctor.
I wasn't a big fan of psychiatrists.
Ever since they took my grandpa away from home claiming he had some mental issues due to his age.
I never believed my grandpa was sick. He never acted like he was out of his mind. Just because he said some extraordinary things, they took him away for medical care.
I never wanted to leave him at the nursing home. But my parents were easily convinced that he was out of his mind. They let him go.
So I basically was genetically more vulnarable to lose my mind according to science.
I was sure I haven't lost my mind, at least not yet.
The only reason I accepted to see a doctor was my increasing desire to prove everyone I  wasn't making things up.
But part of me was nervous to find out the truth.
What if all was a lie.
What if I've never seen the fedora guy.
What if it was all in my head.
The only way to find out was to get in.
The psychiatrist that  I had randomly choosen was standing right in front of me.
He first asked some questions.

"What is the reason that brought you here?" he asked, turning a gold pen around his fingers. There was a name on it that I've later realised belonged to him.

"I just want to make sure if I'm okay or not." I said, in a non friendly way.

"What makes you think you are not?" he asked, looking directly at my eyes.

"It all started with me seeing a man in a fedora. I saw him on a subway. And on the way back home the same day." I said, replaying those moments in my head.

"I wanted to know if he was following me so I asked him. And I was in the middle of nowhere when I coincidentally saw him passing by. " I continued.

"These all seemed pretty normal to me." he said, fixing his glasses.

"Cause I haven't told you the weird part yet. Anyways. I followed him. He took a turn to a dead end street and then he disappeared. There was no way he could escape from there." I said as I started to bounce my leg.

"Can you describe that man a little bit more?" he asked,politely.

"Sure. I've sketched him." I said,pulling the sketchbook out of my small backpack.

"And it is not just him. Same day, I saw a  graffiti that belongs to an artist called  "Brooklyn Ghost". You may have seen some of his work around here." I continued.

I basically told him the whole story. Every single detail about it. I also told him that I was drunk but not drunk enough to make things up or forget what I saw. I told him about the driver.
He didn't seem like he was listening.
His eyes were stuck on the sketch.

"I know you think I am a schizo. Nothing that I've said makes sense. Not even to me." I said, covering my face with my hands.

"Well I'd normally start a medication but surprisingly ,I believe you." he said as he opened his drawer and took a file out.

"Wait a minute, what?!" I said.

I got confused if he was serious or he was just saying that to make me feel better.

"One of my patients told me about the same man an hour ago. She really is out of her mind but this man can be real." he said, flipping the pages of the file over.

"Oh I am so relieved now that some mad girl confirmed he is a real human being!" I said, rolling my eyes a little.

"I still can prescribe something if you want to." he said, chuckling.
His blue eyes were shining through the glasses.

"No, no! Can you give more information about her please?" I asked, trying to sound as polite as I can.

"Well, normally it is wrong to share information from the sessions but since this is going to help you feel releived, I think I can." he said, smiling.