He walked over to the window, pulled the deep blue ruffled curtain from his way, and rested his head against the glass. Barely there and rarely noticed, he thought as he looked at the translucent face reflecting back at him. Tim was a nice boy; very quiet and introverted. Stuff like this really seemed to tick him off, though. It was aggravating, having to listen to it all the time. It was like a radio stuck on a staticy station with no off button. Who the hell wants to listen to that? Yeah. Exactly.......
“What is that?” the man asked from the corner of the room.
Timothy turned, “what?” he replied.
“That. What is that?” The man pointed to a small paper in the middle of the floor that had a dirty shoeprint on it. Timothy knew it was there, but he avoided looking at it.
“I don’t know,” he said as he put his head down.
The man walked over, bent down and picked the paper up off the floor.
Dr. Simula C. Nulsin, Psychiatrist
West Andinn St, MA (421) 826-4839
“They told me I had to stop listening to you, Timothy began. I can’t let you take me into this world with you anymore, it’s not real. You’re not real.”
Timothy felt the man’s presence weaken.......
Patrisc was sitting on the edge of her bead, a pillow rested on her lap. Timothy let the dog down and she jumped up on the bed.
“We have to go get my prescription,” he said.
Yeah,I get what it's about. The guy's crazy and is seeing people who aren't there because he hasn't taken his medication.
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