© Amber Kalkes 2014
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"Coma White" By Marilyn Manson
Seven+
Dr. Howe is not a man I would describe as tranquil. His whole presence speaks of unease and in turn it’s making me highly uneasy. It’s been two days since my breakdown in front of Wyatt and the incident with the fireplace. To his credit Sasha did apologize to Wyatt for his behavior when he came to drop me home that night and all was fairly fine until this morning.
I hadn’t haven’t had any weird things happen or nightmares in the past to days and to say its been a relief is a huge understatement. I was hoping we had all put this shit behind us and were now looking towards a more normal future. I was wrong and it turns out that I’m the only one who was thinking of forgetting.
Sasha came bursting into my room while I was still half asleep and demanded I get dressed. Apparently I had my first meeting with my therapist today. So one lazily thrown on outfit, two pop tarts and one cab ride and here I am. Looking at the man before me I’m beginning to severely doubt this man is as renown as Sasha says he is.
“So what brings you here to see me today?” Dr. Howe asks.
He folds his fingers over his knee and it lies across the other one as he sits in his chair. His bald spot shines in the florescent light above us and as I sit silent I notice his mustache is starting to twitch in annoyance. He’s a pretty scrawny guy and I’m getting the idea that all I’d have to do is sit on him to have him pinned. Not that I would but I like having options.
“I’m…” I trail off and clear my throat, “I’m having trouble adjusting.”
Dr. Howe scribbles on his yellow notepad and nods, “Adjusting to what exactly?”
“Well I just woke up from a coma a week ago. I think that’s a bit of an adjustment. Six months have passed and a lot has changed.”
“That’s true.” He agrees as he rubs his chin, “Your file says you also suffer from heroin addiction? Can you tell me about that?”
“I was an addict.” I answer tightly. “I’m not anymore.”
“Was the coma is the result of this past addiction?”
Unhappy with the subject I narrow my eyes at him, “I don’t know. You’re the one with the file.”
“Does it bother you having to talk about this?”
“Obviously.” I snap. “Listen, We’re talking about the fact I was practically dead and I woke up to a whole new world, okay? My past has nothing to do with this.”
“Everything has to do with everything in the psyche, Miss Markova.”
“Bullshit. You just want to focus on the fact I used to shoot shit up my arms just to escape my problems for a little while. Yes, I did it. Yes, I enjoyed it and no I won’t be turning back to the lifestyle just because things are hard now. I'm not who was then. Things have changed and I’m not about to make the same mistakes that ruined my life before.”
“You seem pretty sure about that, Miss Markova.” He says calmly while watching me with his beady little brown eyes.
“Stop with the ‘Miss Markova’ shit alright? This isn’t Pride & Prejudice. My name is Maggie, okay? Maggie.”
“If you’d prefer.” He says before scribbling more on his notepad. “Now lets talk about these night terrors you’ve been experiencing.”
“Is that from the file or from my uncle?”
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Paranormal{Completed} Maggie was supposed to die. After six months in a coma and pronounced brain dead everyone had given up on her. When she suddenly wakes up out of the blue everyone is shocked but no one more than Maggie herself. Soon she realizes she isn'...
