Chapter 8: Loony bin
Thanks for all the lovely reviews! Made my week!
Turns out I shouldn't have worried. I know I know…this will better teach me not to be so paranoid! I promise I won't be anymore! Ones he got home a happier night began, if you know what I mean!
None the less on Monday it was back to the workplace for me. Even though it would have been nice to sleep in late, but what can I say I'm a working woman now! This means getting up early for Miss Susie…ahh I just called myself Susie in my mind! I think I'm going crazy! That would go over well with a physiatrist I'm sure.
"Hi, I'm Suze and seeing as I didn't notice that something is not quite right with me when I started to see ghosts, I finally noticed when I started calling myself dreaded nicknames in my mind! Wait what are you doing with that straightjacket?"
Which is when Paul would rush in brandishing a document to break me out of the loony bin (no more "Do you realize that Ms. Simon is a minor?" damn it) stating that I'm not crazy, but her husband just drove her to madness.
Though I do wonder how I could last so long without going completely crazy on my friends and family. I mean Come on I see ghosts people! That's no picnic! I could have it much easier being stuck in the loony bin. I mean do you honestly think that ghost would reach me in a sound prove cell in Brooklyn? I don't think so, besides Jesse. NO! Bad Suze must not think about a certain love long gone! Long. Long gone…
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I know it's short! But I did throw you a bone…Leave some more reviews to make me happy. You know you want to!
-Artemis