"So tell me Mr. Doctor Man
Can you save my dear friend?
The one who screams
The one who cries
The one who's locked away inside.."
- Inside, Hunter Taylor
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"So, how have you been since your last visit?"
The doctor sets his clip board down in an attempt to start conversation. With him leaning forward the wave of to much aftershave leaves me nearly breathless.
Should we tell him?..
dont tell him anything
Shut up I've got this!
"I've been doing better, actually, Dr. Pat."
liar
A look of shock and what looked like disbelief or releif, I couldn't tell, passed over his face. "Thats great Michael." he says with forced monotone. After a slight pause his voice dropped softer and became small "How do you feel? Last time.."
"I feel fine. Confident, perseverant, collected. I feel better."
Thats not true. We all know it.
I am tired of being interrogated, ok?
as Machiavelli once said, "the end justifies the means" isnt that right
But we need to tell someone..
"What are you thinking about?" Dr. Pat interrupts bringing my attention back to the small pseudo comforting room.
"Nothing." I say forcing a smile and starting to stand.
He stands with me as i motion towards the door.
"Wow time flies doesn't it? Today was a very informative day Michael. i rather enjoyed your visit. Same time next month?" he sticks his hand out in a gesture of respect.
Slightly hesitant, I take his hand into mine and give a quick and firm handshake before turning for the door becoming rather anxious with his eyes boaring into my skin.
