Chapter 14
(Four Months Later...)
I'm seated in my room watching the snow fall through the small rectangle window near the ceiling. It is so high up that they want to make sure that no one crawls out. I just shake my head. A year has officially passed since I was brought into Greenwood. Christmas is around the corner. Since then, the shock therapy has stopped a month ago.
Dr. Hunt no longer gives me due to the suppression of the supposed caused of my visions. As a result, I am left with physical tremors and twitches. I just wanna leave.
The room door opens to Dr. Hunt. "Mary-Ann, very good to that you are in a good behavior. You have a visitor for the holiday season." Holiday season? Why would he speak like that?
He steps to the side and a familiar individual walks in. Dressed in light blue jeans, white casual shirt, and a brown cowboy hat, the devil walks into my room. Sporting red eyes, I let out a terrifying scream.
"It is no need to panic." He says speeding to my side. I whimper feeling my chest swell to become stuffy. Am I having a heart attack because he is here? He has found me. "My sweet singer." Singer? I scream coughing up water in my hands. Water? "Mary-Ann, wake up!" A voice in the distance screams out. SLAP!
I cough waking up on the floor of the library. Those who I know plus strangers are surrounding me. "About time. You fainted." Cliff says helping me up. "At least wait to see if she's okay, Cliff. Damn!" A man says. A few people laugh. I'm forced in my chair. Paul puts a half water bottle in front of me on the table. I groan feeling sick. "What happened?" "You fainted. Couldn't wake you up. The ambulance is on the way."
I fainted. "What day is it? I'm having a moment." I fan myself. Paul hands me the water bottle and place it on my forehead. That's cool a little bit. "November 23." Okay. it's not the holiday season. "The ambulance is outside." Outside.
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I'm pacing my living room while biting on my pinky finger. I've pinched myself fifty times. I've peed, had my blood taken, and even took a knife to my left arm. I look at the bandaged arm. I'm going crazy. I'm not going that crazy, right? November the 23rd is two days after the car crash. day of the car crash.
"Calm down!" I tell myself walking to the wall mirror. I touch on it. The man's reflection is not seen. I don't see him. Maybe he is an imagination. I'm actually still suffering from the trauma of the crash. Ding! Dong! Who is that? I hope it ain't that demon. I rush over to the front door and open it to Paul.
"Hi. Come in!" I quickly grab his hand and he walk in. "What happened to your arm?" "I cut it. Just had a weak mental moment, Paul." He closes the door. "Are you pregnant?" "No! The bloodwork was negative, Paul. I'm not pregnant. I'm not anything." I run my fingers through my hair in frustration walking back into the living room. I take a seat on the couch.
He sits next to me. "Was that your father's bab-" "Both of my parents have a very low rate in fertility, Paul. Thousands of dollars towards IVF and so on went into having me. My parents love each other so much in this world that I don't know what Claire's issues was." Ain't no one is ever going to destroy my parents' marriage especially a deranged individual.
Bleep! Bleep! I grab my cellphone off the glassed coffee table and look at the text. It's from Cliff. I send him a text letting him know that I'm okay. "Why visit, Paul?" "Just to visit." He looks around. I'm pretty sure. I put my phone on my lap and touch on his forehead.
"Are you sure that you're not dying?" His skin is abnormal to the max. I'll hate for it to be cancer. He's actually hiding his cancer diagnosis. "Are you sure that you're not trying to kill yourself?" "Yeah. I'm positive. You have a girlfriend, right?" "Yeah." "Okay. Just wanted to make sure." Her name is Rachel. She is thought of as his soulmate if all of what I went through is the truth. Maybe I am the one with the deranged mind.