"Hello Jack, how have you've been today?"
"I'm indifferent today. I feel like I cannot concentrate on my usual tasks. Over the past couple of months I've notice a sense of agitation to minor inconveniences and annoyances. I haven't had a panic attack yet when in the presence of uncomfortable stimuli I can feel my heart race with a spike in adrenaline levels. At those moments I have felt numb to my environment. Sometimes I would start running, at other times I would use that short period to kill my enemies and former associates. This Zoloft you prescribed me is not showing any results yet, only giving me one refill with thirty pills containing a fifty milligram dosage. I have yet to yield anything positive from only six days besides an unpleasant headache the first day, multiple trips to the bathroom, and a slight decrease in my libido. I know my depression and anxiety has been with me for the better part of a decade now and besides past notions of rejecting medication in general in terms of my mental health is one thing, now I've decide to actually ingest the medicine and hopefully with the add on of psychotherapy, I can yield improvement over the following months to come. I was always afraid of taking medication due the possibility of it becoming a crutch, the dependency still remains a worry."
"I know this might sound like a cliche but there is nothing to worry about Mr. Napier. This medication is not designed to make you completely dependent on it to exist. I am aware of the misconception that all patients that begin taking SSRIs will surely become dependent and cannot function without it. However that is not true, taking the Zoloft adjacent to our sessions should yield success over the next couple of months to potentially a year or two if there is interference."
"Interference, that's funny. The nurse's here have complained in the past that I had moments of hostility in taking the medication. But that is one side of the story, I will say that some of the nurses are not exactly kind to a man of my stature. Hell, some of the nurses were related to some of my victims so the hate is understandable. However, we all have those moments in life where we need to bite our tongues."
"You mentioned your victims. Was there any signs of remorse? Any questioning of character while performing your acts of inhumanity?"
"Dr. Quinzel, I'm sensing a tone of bias from you. I thought you were to be impartial, independent, non judgemental. What most people do not understand about murder is it's an effective method to let go entirely and I don't mean steam or sexual gratification. You can drop social norms and their constricting restrictions. That moment you realize the person is dead, it desensitizes you, it makes you capable and accept reality that anything is possible, all it took for the liberation of one is another who is unwilling to make themselves aware of their true potential. I kill because I can, not because I inherently want to. Emotions will complicate any action, there is no room for second guessing. Most call me an overzealous mass murdering narcissist who is certifiably insane and incapable of showing empathy or to give mercy to the disenfranchised. They're wrong. I'm not insane, I'm not. I have also shown empathy in the past. An example was when I saved a certain blonde woman walking down a dark alley. She looked so innocent and unfazed by the decrepit environment around her. She did not notice a man following her until she was already halfway down the alley. Eventually noticing the man she sped up, unfortunately realizing that the person had nefarious intentions. Another formed at the end of the alley with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other. She paused in one second and was cornered in the next. The thoughts going through her head could be unimaginable. Maybe her life flashed before her eyes, maybe she saw her future mourning family, or maybe she saw nothing but static. Although none of those negative thoughts were unnecessary. I killed both attempted murderers with a .22 caliber pistol, enough to kill with least likely possibility of shrapnel to ricochet and wound the victim. Her eyes were closed when I killed them, not wanting to see the bloodshed from the indignity of deprived animals. I spoke to her calmly to let her know that all was well. She held me with relief, at that moment I felt how scared she was. I knew what it was like to be in a position of weakness. So yes, I can look like a monster but I'm not, I'm just ahead of the curb. It all becomes a matter of perspective."
"Thank you. Our next appointment will be tomorrow at three. Please, be kind to the nurses tonight Mr. Napier."
"I will try Dr. Quinzel, have a pleasant evening."
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