Felix POV:
"Uh-hi." I said very meekly.
She made her way over to the desk in the corner of her room and sat down.
I opened my mouth to say something but she stopped me.
"Feel free to look at your notes some more from our past sessions. I just need to do some write ups from my last client." She stated without even looking up. She began writing on paper at her desk.
"C-can I ask why the door is locked?" I asked. What if this is a dream...did I say dream..I meant nightmare...she...she could be a m-monster.
I held my arms close to my chest.
"For personal and patient security." She stated after looking up for a brief second.
"Can we have it not locked?" I asked.
"Yes."
I breathed out.
"After our session is up."
I tensed up again.
I could feel my heart racing.
"Can I please use the bathroom real quick." I asked very quietly.
"Oh would you look at the time! It's time to start our session." She clapped her hands exclaiming.
I gulped.
She took a seat at the big chair with another different clipboard.
"As I say to you every meeting, there is a clipboard and paper there for you when you need to write down your thoughts or feelings. It helps most of my patients." She smiled.
"I-This is mine..?" I ask.
"Yes. Everything on that clipboard was you." She said.
She obviously hasn't seen whatever this person wrote in here.
That was definitely not me.
"H-how much time do we have in h-here..?"
"You mean how long is this session?"
"yes." I answer.
"One hour and 30 minutes. We've gotten it down from the three hours it used to be because of all your progress." She said happily.
"Yeah...progress." I said examining through the pages of "notes" that supposedly I made.
A lot of these seemed very....
d e p r e s s e d
"I don't think that I did these notes, m'am." I told her.
"Your name's Felix Lee is it not?'
"Yeah it is, but..."
"Then it was you."
"But it really isn't."
"Yes it is."
"No. Because I don't remember making any of these notes."
"Maybe it's because your mind has been focusing on your upcoming album."
"How do you know that?" I stood up.
Why does everyone know what's going on but me.
Is this some sort of nightmare or something?
A really really bad daydream?
"Can I get a glass of water?" I ask trying to compose myself again.
I sit back down.
"Yes, of course." She gets up to bring me a glass of water from the side of the room.
There was a little sink and small plastic cups.
I looked back at the clipboard and ripped out a new paper.
I started to forcefully write some things down.
She comes back to me and hands me the water.
"Well..." She's startled by what she sees. "That's very expressive."
"You look at this and tell me that this is still me." I give her the paper and rip out the other paper that says the same words.
"I don't know how much longer I can last so maybe I should just find a way to die." She read with her voice all shaky.
"See???" I stand up and yell for my point to get across.
"D-D-Different handwriting." She stood up and fainted.
(sorry i was supposed to be posting one chapter a day but i completely forgot!)