5 January 2013
I sighed as I stared into the mirror. I was pale, from not going outside, and had bags under my eyes from never getting any sleep. I hadn't been bothering with even the most basic of hygiene, like brushing my teeth or putting on deoderant. I'm pretty sure I was starting to smell.
I was almost ready to go out. I went into the kitchen, grabbed several nutrition bars, and then went to put my jacket on. I hadn't been eating much lately, either.
I hopped into the passenger seat of the car. My sister rolled her eyes at me and sat in the back seat. My mom was driving the car.
We were going to the sixth psychiatrist this month. Hooray.
I always hated the psychiatrists. They always wanted to know why I was doing all these bad things, and they never seem to realize that I'm not actually there while doing them.
I didn't get my hopes up that this one would be any different.
I stared at my watch. It would happen again in about an hour. Hopefully I would be done with my 'therapy' by then.
"Why can't you just act normal?!" the nasaly tones of my sister said as I checked my watch yet another time.
"Roxy! Don't say that about your own sibling!" my mother scolded. I snorted. Roxy was right. I wish I could just act normal. But I wasn't.
We pulled up to the tall building where our first meeting would be held. If everything went well, then she would be coming to our place for the sessions.
The building looked familiar. After a while, I guess they all do. The whole world seems to become flat and boring when you spend most of your time in such a... 'lively' other one.
We soon reached our destination, and had to sit in a waiting room. Now, I know for a fact that all waiting rooms have the exact same magazines. They're all exactly two months out of date. Trust me, I've been in enough waiting rooms to know that.
I picked up a copy of a women's fashion magazine. It was starting to look very familiar when the receptionist called my name.
I stood up, along with my mother.
"No," the receptionist said, "Just you."
I shrugged and walked to the room by myself.
The psychiatrist looked just like every single other one. Boring features, boring clothes. She even had the exact same standard-issue clipboard that they all do. I sighed, and sat on the couch, making myself comfortable. This was going to be a long hour.
"Well then," started the psychiatrist. "Let's start when with this all began."
I told her my story. It didn't take very long. I was used to repeating it a lot.
By the end, she had an unreadable expression on her face.
"I would very much like to see these 'episodes' when they happen. Do you know how to trigger one?" she asked.
I shook my head, and explained to her that they take place exactly every ten hours. Then I told her that my next one was in about twenty minutes. She nodded, and asked to just chat with me for a while, until it happened.
We ended up just casually talking about some of my experiences in the other dimension.
I told her to please not blame me for anything horrible that will happen during the session. She looked me in the eye and told me that she was prepared for anything. I didn't believe her one bit.
Soon enough it was time to go. There was that tugging sensation, and off I went, to lands unknown.
Delusions Part 2 • Opuss № I