Sane or Insane | ✔

XXV. Inside Her Head

"It's wednesday, my dudes." I thought of that vine as I stretched and yawn.

I opened my phone. "7:00 AM." I yawned again.

I prepared my clothes and towel, and sat on the tub.

I let my hands touch the water. "Not that hot, not that cold. Just exactly what I needed."

I reached for the bath bomb and let it dissolve in the water.

I sighed as I let my body sank in the water filled tub.

I stared at the ceiling and took a deep breath. "A day had passed and I still haven't got any news regarding Victor's and Giovanni's well being."

I sighed again as I rested my head on the tub.

"Who should I talk to first?" I thought to myself.

"Jarvis may trust me at first but I'm pretty sure that will change. He's suffering from Capgras Delusion..."

"Marco's quite dangerous. Even the previous psychiatrist who took care of him doesn't know the exact number of his personalities. The real Marco may be kind, but the other personalities... I'm not quite sure."

"Harriet's blind... That's one of her weaknesses, because she cannot see. But It's also one of her strengths because people might think of her as weak and easily manipulated because of her blindness, but actually she's not like that. She's intelligent and cunning. And they say that 'When a person loses one of his / her senses, his / her remaining senses will be stronger than before'."

I sighed again and thought for several minutes.

"I guess I'll talk to Harriet first. Afterall, she's the mastermind behind the murder." I stood up and dried myself.

It took me half an hour to eat, dress up and prepare myself physically, mentally and emotionally.

"I shouldn't let my weaknesses get in the way. I shouldn't be scared of them. I shouldn't let my grief get in the way. I am a professional and I must act like a professional." I stared at the mirror and convinced myself.

I stood up and took a deep breath. "When you walk out that door, you will act like Dr. Lorraine Rivera. Not Lorr, not Raine, just Dr. Lorraine Rivera, the Psychiatrist graduated from Harvard Medical School." I talked to myself as I left the room.

The cold breeze instantly blew my hair as soon as I stepped outside the building.

The sun was shining bright and the trees are dancing with the wind.

I stood up straight and walked like a professional. I put on a serious face, my files in hand.

The same guard who fucked with me yesterday stopped me again.

I raised my brow at him and he stepped aside.

"Am I that intimidating?" I chuckled when I walked pass him.

I proceeded to the lobby where I instantly saw Dr. Jacobson talking to an elderly patient.

I stopped and stared at them. It seems like he doesn't saw me because he kept on talking to the patient.

"Yes, Mrs. Watson. Me and your husband will escort you to your room." I heard him say to the patient.

I looked around and saw no elderly patient except herself.

I gulped. "Is she hallucinating?" I thought to myself. "Is she imagining that her husband is here even though he's not?" I gulped again as I tried to fight back my emotions.