"Rose? Rose Tyler?"
I stop clutching the hem of my shirt and jump up, waving my hand at the nurse in blue. Malia, her name tag addresses. "That's me! I'll be right there!" I reply back.
Malia smiles sweetly and widens the door, her fountain pen scribbling on her clipboard. "Dr. Rowan will see you in room A13."
I nod and continue to venture deeper into the ghastly corridors of the Mental Institution. Now don't get me wrong, I am in no way suicidal, or actually insane for a matter if fact. They just think I am. Which I am certainly not.
This is my ninth therapist since I was twelve. I approach the door that leads into the odd little room, seeing Dr. Rowan typing on his computer. There has always been some sort of smell that lingers in whole place that I honestly don't believe is healthy to breathe in. Nevertheless, I knock softly on the door, Malia safely behind me.
Dr. Rowan looks up, a fake smile plastered on his old, daft face as I open the door. "Ah, Miss Tyler, come, come, sit."
Following his orders, I sit on the lounge chair in the middle of the room, my feet tapping on the tile floor. Dr. Rowan then asks me the one question that sets the whole lovely conversation to a traumatizing start.
"Now, Miss Tyler, when did this all start?"
I repeat the most memorized response. "When I was seven, and I dreamt about a golden, beautiful light." I say in a slightly sarcastic wistful way.
"Did that dream say anything, peculiar? Unusual maybe?"
"No, not at all."
"When did you start to hear this-" he paused for a moment, retracting his words. "Wait, let me start again, does the term...'Bad Wolf' sound familiar to you?"
I flinch. "Yes. Very."
"Have you ever stopped to think that when you first heard those words, it was simply you talking to yourself?"
This man is a load of rubbish. I clench my fist around the hem of my shirt, having all the words flood in one by one. "I must admit to you Dr. Rowan, but yes, after eight therapists, I have. After eight therapists have asked such a question, yes." I nod. "I thought when that...golden light said those words, I thought I was crazy. But-but I'm not!" I shake my head in protest. I'm...I'm just scared. It tells me...tells me who I am. And it's real! Everything it's been telling my is real!" I breath in, readying my last breath to top it off.
"It's not real." He replies. "What you are forcing yourself to believe, it's all normal with a mind such as yours and it's clearly unrealistic. What does it say to you?"
I stand up and take a step back. "No! I'm not insane, and I am not who you think I am! You don't understand! None of you do! I see those words everywhere, it's like...it's like it's trying to tell me something."
"Rose." Dr. Rowan almost laughs, which makes me want to suffocate him. "Listen to yourself, none of this, this nonsense, it's not practical."
I close my eyes, those words beating like a drum inside of me. "Bad Wolf..." I mutter. "Bad Wolf! I am the Bad-"
"Rose, I advise you to sit-"
"No! You're still not listening! I-" I'm pulled back, my butt rather stuck to the seat. My lips feel like paste, stuck together.
I can't say a word.
"Now you're listening," Dr. Rowan smiles sinisterly, eyes doubted, eyebrows furrowed. "It's all fake. Everything is, what you are believing in. What Bad Wolf is. You are insa-"
No!
I am the Bad Wolf.
BAD WOLF. BAD WOLF. BAD WOLF.
Apologies, the prologue is short...but the story is better...and longer...mehehue...
Credit to UrbanAuthor, her stories are amazing WHOUFFLE for you guys, for helping me with this, big time! And yeah, Im going to be super serious about this and try my hardest for you guys!
-ReckedSmiles
