Ali's P.O.V.
Someone entered the room. My room. Even though it was completely dark, I could hear the footsteps in the corridor. I knew these footsteps.
I heard him knocking at my door, and then...silence.
Go away!- I shouted. I sounded like I was...crying in pain? Well that was none of his business...
But he didn't mind my opinion, and entered the room. I crawled in the darkness and curled up in my corner, trembling.
He sat in front of me. He didn't turn on the light...he knew I didn't like it, but I could tell he was looking right into my eyes, he was trying to reach my soul, my mind, but he couldn't; as always.
He started talking, he knew because of his further experience that I would not talk. Not with him. Not here. Not now.
You know this isn't going to help you, right?- he asked. I didn't answer, I was not in the mood, so he continued with his speech - If you don't let your feelings out we are not going to be able to help you. Also sitting in this dark room all alone, won't make you any better. And destroying the mirror won't help you at all. - he expected me to respond in some way, but I just continued trembling, that was all. He started humming a song, that made me nervous, and I got closer to the wall, pressing my back to it, so hard it almost hurt.
Seeing this he stopped humming, and continued talking.
Well, I have some news for you. You won't like them...but we think it'll be good for your health - he waited for me to answer. I was tired, so I decided to gave him what he wanted, maybe he would leave me alone that way.
Spit it out already... whatever it is, I don't think It'll be hard to deal with- my voice sounded weak, and rusty. And also kinda manly, although I knew that was not what bothered me about speaking. It was just that I didn't owe him any explanations or answers, so I thought it didn't make much sense to talk to him.
He seemed pleased. I think that was the first time I actually talked to him politely. He went on now with a tiny smile in his lips.
We're going to try doing group therapy. We think relating to other people with different mental issues will actually help you realize what your situation is, and also will help you to improve it and maybe...you could help other people...so well...that's it- he's voice was softer now, I could tell he was more relaxed.
We stood there for a moment in silence, and knewing he would not get any answer, he eventually got out of my room.
When he got out I wondered what he meant by group therapy...where we supossed to sat in a room altogether in a circle, and just talk our lives out? That was really not my thing...and the voices speaking at the same time as me wouldn't make it much easier...
I didn't know how to deal with it...and the voices were rushing now, screaming, was this insanity?