This story contains graphic descriptions of incest. Do not read if it makes you uncomfortable.

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Gareda Psychological Services, LTD - Therapist James Finnigan - Session 31 December 23, 2015 - Norma Bates w/Dylan Massatt

'Hi, Dr. Finnigan,' The doctor said extending his hand to shake. 'I'm Dr. McClanahan one of your patients was brought in by her son and he informed me that it would be okay for me to call you. As you already know we have to keep her overnight for observation, but we will leave it up to you to decide if she should be moved to a long-term facility afterwards.'

'Is there any damage I should be aware of her?'

'Her throat is tender from the instrument we used to help her cough up the pills. The doctor said making a gesture towards his throat. 'So she may not sound the way you remember, but that will heal in time.'

'Thank you,' Dr. Finnigan said looking down the long white hallway. 'Can I see her?'

'Yes, go right ahead room 702,' Dr. McClanahan stated pointing down the hall with his pen.

I looked away from Dylan's worried face to see Dr. Finnigan approaching the room.

'I'll just give you two a moment.' He said bringing my hand to his lips as he kissed them gingerly.

'Norma, are you alright?' Dr. Finnigan asked pulling up a chair beside the bed.

'As well as can be expected.' I said my voice straining.

'Can we talk? I dont mean to pressure you, but we are on a little of a time constraint.' He said staring at me intently.

I nodded. 'The doctor told me that they can't release me without being properly checked out by a psychologist. They were going to bring some woman in here on staff. But considering . . .my issues. I decided calling you might be best.' I reached up and touched my throat unconsciously.

'I'll do whatever I can to help. But you have to start by telling me why . . . How?' He said standing up and going over to the sink. He ran the tap and picked up a cup nearby pouring a glass of water..

I frowned and touched my throat that seemed to physically ache with every word.

He handed me the cup of water. 'I hope the water's not against the rules to drink.'

I took a long gulp. 'It's fine.' I covered my mouth as a cough shook my body.

I called the support group. A man answered and he was so friendly and outgoing that I agreed to attend a meeting that very night. I tried the meeting I did. It was in some clubhouse across took me awhile to get there and I arrived five minutes before it was supposed to start. The only person out in front was some old security gaurd who couldn't even stomach to look at me just pointed to that back as if he knew already why I was there. I was the last to arrive.

The tables were stacked to one side of the room accept for the one they were using for refreshments. I fixed myself some tea and decided to call Dylan. I got his voicemail. I really wasn't expecting anything else. Despite your advice I couldn't being myself to say anything. I cheated on you with Norman. Who just used me because he couldn't have Emma wow that sounds familiar. Norman doesn't need to be watched anyway. He so much as said it himself that he wasn't going to be home because he would be with Emma.

The teacher gathered the group in a semi circle and announced to everyone that the meeting of sex addicts and fetishes anonymous would be starting. So I just hung up instead without saying anything to Dylan. Uncomfortable silver folding chairs were already set up.

'Drink some more water.' The doctor implored seeing the expression of discomfort on my face.

It was mostly men and two women counting myself. The woman needed help because she was doing strange things with her dog bugsy. Men complaining that they wanted sex morning, noon and night. I felt like a freak among freaks. An oddity not to be helped or pitied, but put out to pasture. I looked at these people with bags under their eyes and skittish behavior. How did any of them ever expect to be happy? How did I with Dylan or Norman?

The counselor got to me and asked if I wanted to share. I stood up and rain out of the room. I didn't stop running until I got to my car. I took the keys out of my purse my hands shaking as if I expected a kidnapper to jump out of the bushes and drag me back in.

The hotel I usually stay at was an hours drive in the other direction and it was getting late. So I stopped at the nearest one. It was a pretty seedy hotel, but it would only be one night so I decided to put up with it. I got up to my room and this guy was leaving his room down the way. He nodded and walked to the stairs leading out into the parking lot. But he seemed to think better of it as I stood idiotically fumbling with my key card. Wondering how a seedy hotel like this was able to afford key cards and we were still using regular keys at Bates Motel.

Hey, he called out causing me to jump. Sorry to scare you. Just thought you might want something to take the edge off.

No, No. I said turning back to my door as the green light came on allowing me to open it. I released a huge breath of relief.

Shoot yourself.

I stared at my room number and thought better of it. What about something to sleep?

All i've got on me right now is Methadone. He replied shaking the pockets of his wind breaker.

'Street Methadone?' The doctor wanted to clarify.

'Yeah, thats what the doctors tell me. Of course, I didn't know that at the time. I was just concerned with one thing.'

Will that put me to sleep? I asked again knowing nothing about the drug.

He laughed and said you tell me when you wake up the next morning. He was being coy and I just thought it was part of the persona. So I said I would take all of them. That was all the money I had left in my purse. I wasn't planning on needing anymore. So might as well go for broke. He said that I would only need two.

We exchanged everything pretty quickly and I brought it inside. I searched for a light along the wall. It revealed a simple room with a bed and dresser which atop it stood a tube tv. With one wooden chair against the wall near the bathroom. I discarded my jacket and took the recommended dosage that the guy told me to.

I waited about an hour and decided to turn on the tv. I felt nothing. I wasn't lightheaded, woozy, tired. Nothing that I thought I might feel.

The doctor nodded. 'Methadone takes hours to kick in. Doesn't mean its not working.'

Halfway through my second infomercial I decided to speed things along. So I took two. Completly dry nothing to wash it down with. I started to wonder if two was even enough to do the job. I didn't want to wake up the next morning with nothing, but a stomach ache. I wanted to just sleep and never come back. So I opened the little ziploc baggie and I took them all.

I lied back in bed and looked up at ceiling and smiled as I watched the room twirl. I'd no longer be a burden to my children. The reason for their confusion and pain. I wouldn't be there to plunge them into depravity. I wouldn't have to go through the rest of my life alone.

A knock came at the door. I moved my head to look over at it and it felt like I was moving through quick sand. I figured that it was just the front desk or some other annoying entity.

Norma, open up it's me.

I heard Dylan's voice loud and clear. My tongue felt like it was stuck to the roof of my mouth. So I couldn't call out to him. I touched my lips wondering what was wrong and it felt like my mouth was as dry as cotton. I closed my eyes just for a bit and then I was going to get up. Instead I heard a knock on the window. I jolted awake like it was a blare from a horn on a freight train.

Norma, wake up.

I rolled off the bed landing on the floor. I called his name, but it got twisted on my tongue. I think I actually tried to look at my tongue. It was darting in and out of mouth like a cat sipping milk.

Dylan.

I heard the window shatter and I started to cry because I was scared and I didn't know who it was. I actually wanted Dylan to come save me from the man breaking the window. He reached his arm in and unlocked the door. He was at my side quickly his hand wrapping around my neck as he pulled my face to his.

You gotta stay with me, Norma.

He pulled out his cell phone. I think he was the one to call the police. I can't be sure. The operator must have asked him what did I take because he was yelling it to me over and over.

I brought my hands to my ears. Dylan, stop.

He hung up the phone throwing it on the bed. He picked me up and he said we were going to dance around the room. He said he loved me so It wouldn't be fair if I said no. He was just my lifeline. He kept me going until the paramedics arrived.

'How did he even know you were there?'

'I didn't find that out until much later. Apparently he did some sleuthing. He could hear the therapist in the background of my voicemail. So several internet searches later and one lucky draw. He found me.'

'I'm glad he did. I'd hate to hear that something happened to you.' Dr. Finnigan said reaching out for my hand. Noticing for the first time that I was restrained.

'The nurse said that It's just a precaution. Are you going to have me committed?'

'Give me one reason I shouldn't?'

'Because this is rock bottom and there's only up from here.'

'Knock, Knock. Did you guys need more time?' Dylan asked coming back into the room.

'No, I think I should go.' Dr Finnigan said standing up. He turned back to Norma. 'But you'll see me again maybe tomorrow.'

'I'll walk you out,' Dylan said following the man out into the hall.

I looked through the window and saw them talking. What I would have given to be able to hear what they said.