Oath Chapter 6
"Your mom told me you got into a car accident after running out of the house upset, do you want to talk about it?"
Jay was fidgeting with his wallet in his pants.
"That had nothing to do with me being upset."
"She tells me you won't reveal where you were that day."
Jay smiles slightly at the thought of his mom using the doctor as an intermediator to get information. He loved her and all but she has been going over the edge with this doctor crap lately.
Jay put his other hand in his pants and started jiggling the keys. He felt his cell phone beside that. There was a silence.
"Does this have something to do with Adam?" The doctor tapped his pen on the clipboard as he asked this.
Jay's eyes widened and he chuckled out loud. At first it was a small chuckle, but it grew louder. Then he stopped and pointed at the doctor.
"You think I'm so predictable." Jay liked being mysterious, quiet. He didn't want people to figure out who he was, he liked having that distance between himself and any other person.
"Did it have something to do with him?"
"So what if it did?" Jay retorted as soon as the doctor finished speaking.
"If it did, then maybe you could see who got hurt out of this situation."
"Like who?"
"Your mother for one," the doctor stopped tapping on the clipboard and looked at Jay, "that driver also."
"He hit me. It wasn't the other way around."
"I'm just trying to help here."
"Then stop acting like the enemy." Jay stopped jiggling his keys and met the glance of the doctor.
"I apologize if I seem blunt, tell me how you feel about Adam."
"Somehow I already knew him."
"Through your dreams, yes?"
"No. I knew him before my dreams of him. I have memories of being with him. Of him working with me."
"So he worked with you then?"
"I guess. Maybe..." Jay paused for a second. "I don't really know. No one remembers him but me."
"Ah." The doctor half nodded.
Jay got up from his seat and slammed his fist into the desk the doctor was sitting at.
"Stop acting like I'm crazy. I know exactly what is going through your mind. That your suspicions were correct. Right? Right!"
"Calm down. Please, have a seat again. If you have been taking your medication and you still have memories, then he must be real. Unles--"
"Stop it. Stop it now. You doctors are all the same."
"Shall we discuss something else then?"
There was silence.
"Well?" The doctor continued tapping his hand on his chair.
Jay looked down, shaking his head. He closed his eyes and his thoughts wondered.
"I guess it is best if we conclude then."
Jay got up and left the office without saying a word.
"How could you betray me like this!" Jay asked his mother as he stormed out the waiting room. He walked down the hallway and down the stairs at a fast pace. She quickly followed behind trying to catch up to him.
"Jason, look at yourself. I don't know what's wrong. I'm just trying to help."
Jay stopped and swung himself around. "Trying to help? Trying to help? You've got to be joking. You are sending me into a room with a man who is convinced I'm crazy. Next thing I know, I'll be in a straight jacket in a padded room taking medication every thirty minutes. Is that what you want?"
"Look at what's going on. First you attack someone you don't know and blame it on an imaginary friend. Then you crash your car. Lauren called looking for you and told me she was worried and I had no idea where you were either. You've worried both of us sick. What am I supposed to think?"
Jay burst through the office's entrance into the parking lot.
"Talk to me, Jason. Tell me what I can do."
"Stop taking me to see this quack," Jay said as he pointed up to a second story window.
"I want you to keep seeing a doctor until you get better."
"You want me to see a doctor? Fine, but not him! Not a psychiatrist. Find me a psychologist. I don't want their medicines. There are too many drugs out on the market today to solve problems for us so we don't have to."
"Ok! Ok... We will stop seeing this one. Let's go home and talk about it. Get in the car."
"I'll walk."
Jay looked at the screen in front of him as he typed, locked up in his room.
"Why the hell is this bugging me so much? I don't understand. These images, these dreams, these memories. They are all as real as day."
Login: Zekemorgan
Password:
Jay typed into a search engine.
Seeing people that arent there
Results 1 - 10 of about 150,000,000 for seeing people who arent there. (0.12 seconds)
"Biggest Myspace Layouts"
"People aren't interested in you or your country"
"Scrabability"
"Coyote Blog"
"Sorry Everybody"
"Age Related Macular Degeneration: Seeing Things That Aren't There"
"Pharmacy Compounding"
"Governments aren't telling people the truth about the bird flu preparation"
"Site seeing on the internet"
"Joho the blog."
Jay opened up the site on Macular Degeneration and read up on an article about Charles Bonnet Syndrome, a problem where people who have lost their sight see hallucinations. Anything from a beam of light, to an object or person, to a scene in their head. Jay clicked out.
"Haven't lost my sight just yet."
Jay did another search.
Seeing ghosts
Results came up for movies, myths, stories, and an information sight on the first page of results. Jay clicked the information sight about if you truly see the ghosts.
"The ghost can be seen by more than one person and the image appears the same for each person." Jay quickly ruled out that Adam was a ghost because Jody did not remember him, nor did Lauren. Nor did Eric. Jay read on for the hell of it.
"The witness does not expect to see any apparitions." Jay ruled this out as well. Somehow he had been expecting Adam that night in the mall and none of Adam's or Jay's actions surprised the other.
"Ghosts appear opaque and blur images behind them." Adam wasn't transparent. He looked about as human as anyone else in the mall.
Sighing, Jay searched for the Still Line company website and found it. He searched for the shirt Adam wore but he did not find it on the sight, as he suspected. He emailed the company asking if the provide as much information about the product as they had on records. He sent the email on under his username: home phone rang and Jay picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, is this Jay?"
"Yeah, who is this again?"
"Heather."
"Oh, hey, how was school?"
"Good. You don't sound sick."
"I skipped today."
"And yesterday as well?"
Jay switched the phone to his other ear as he answered her.
"Yesterday I had a doctors appointment."