Broken

"Rhea-Mae to the psychiatric department." A nurse said. She looked like she was in her forties and wore a fake smile. It wasn't helping. "Rhea-Mae Pauscair." She repeated.

"I'm here, I'm here. Just... hush." I said. Her demeanor changed as she pinched her lips together, showing no emotion, but her eyes gleamed with disgust.

She straightened her white jacket and continued as if she was fine. "Dr. Kaymi is waiting for you in room four. I will, gladly ascort you if y-"

I cut her off. "Lady, no. I'm good. All I have to do is find the number four, right?" I say rhetorically. Her face squirmed again, but she didn't bother to push further. I didn't even look at her, I just started walking. I hated tests, and now they're testing me for some psychotic disorder. I scoff just thinking about it. It doesn't take an expert to know what depression is, or that I have it.