My Newest Patient Had A Strange Psychological Profile — But That Wasn’t The Most Horrifying Part
Have you ever felt like you just don’t… belong?
Have you ever felt like you just don’t… belong?
One day as I ran on the treadmill and washed down a protein drink, I took notice to Mary watching me out of the corner of her eye and I realized that she was everything I ever wanted to be but could never achieve. And so I took to it – I took on the challenge; I became everything through my daughter.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was trapped inside a cell with broken legs, and when the realization became prevalent, I screamed for what felt like ages, begging for someone to come to my aid.
“You’re one of the very lucky ones,” he whispered, “For you can see what nobody else can see. It’s typical for people to live their lives without ever seeing it for what it is.”
Kelly was crazy.
Every Saturday I would see the wide grin stretched across the face of the dude behind the counter, his hands placed firmly as he bent across the thing and said, “Back again for more?” in that joking manner that would make me stifle a small but nervous laugh.
My wife was always…into the unusual, you could say.
My therapist mentioned to me one day that my memories would start to come back.
“We’ve all been through things,” he replied, never breaking his smile. “And I get that.”
I remembered my husband’s stern words from the week before: Always let me answer the door. At this time of night, you never know whom it could be, lurking out there.