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This Animal I Have Become

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a part of This Animal I Have Become, by HypeR.

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Sessions is a part of Tearmainn for the Mad.


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Almost as soon as I had gotten back to the recreational room, I was summoned again to go meet yet another doctor. Doctors will find you unfit to live. Doctors will harm you. Doctors will hate you. The voices said. It was already getting worse. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I said, putting my hands up and pushing my palms onto my eyelids. The nurse walked me along and the further we walked, the louder the voices talked. So, I decided to talk to myself. Thinking to myself is no help, the voices just over think my own thoughts.
"I'll find someone...someday. I'll find someone who will love me and help me and I'll love and help them.." I said quietly. It was normal for me to think aloud to myself, so no one really paid any attention to it. No! That can never come true! 'Cause no one can ever love you! You'll be stuck with us for the rest of your life! AHhhhhhaahahahhahaha!.. Their loud hideous screams and laugher was too much for me to take. I started to panic and looked back at the nurse real fast and looked back forward just as fast. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I yelled as I managed to bang my head as hard as I could two times on the wall. The nurse grabbed my arms and pulled me away from the wall before I could get another hit in. Two other nurses came and helped drag me into a room that had some lady in it. One of the nurses opened the door as the other two pushed me in and sat me in the chair. I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my hurt head on my knees and held the back of my neck.
"Here's Zak Ciaran. He had an attack in the hallway and knocked his head a few good times on a wall. I tell ya', this ones pretty crazy." The nurse said before her and the other two nurses went back out into the hallway and closed the door.

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After reading through a file, Sonya pivoted on her heels once she heard the sound of the door opening. In walked a young man accompanied by a middle-aged nurse. Just by settling her sight on him in visage he seemed extremely troubled. Keeping her eyes on the young man ceased subsequent to one of the nurses saying.

"Here's Zak Ciaran. He had an attack in the hallway and knocked his head a few good times on a wall. I tell ya', this ones pretty crazy."

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A flash of irritation dampers her face. Nothing bothered Sonya more than nurses commenting on the behavior of patients. The job of a nurse entailed the physical health, hers, the mental/emotional. It was inappropriate in a sense but unethical because they have no control over it. Personal opinions should never get in the way of work. In retrospect, she could understand why the patients disliked the Doctors and staff; just look at the way they talk about them. Talking as if their not even in the room. Half of them might be out of their right mind but they still have feelings. They're still humans; she's human - they're all the same.

Taking slow steps as to not alarm Zak furthermore, Sonya rested a hand on his shoulder blade in the hopes of him raising his head.

"Don't mind her. We all go a little crazy at some point in life."

Again, she made her way over to the crafted obsidian leather chair and sat with her legs crossed over one another. As she rested her hands in her lap, her overpowering icy stare finding his.

"Hello Zak, I'm Dr. Asano but I would prefer you to call me Sonya... no need to be so professional." The softness of her voice began to permeate the room. "I won't shake your hand, I'll leave that too you."

A few seconds of silence.

"Well, I hear Dr. O'Neil has decided to discontinue your medication." Sonya said with melancholy, not bothering to mention her difference of his decision to cease the use of Zak's medication. She would much rather have Dr. O'Neil to set him up on an placebo. "I can't say that I agree with that because I would be lying if I did."

Slowly Sonya released a deep harboring breath. "So, Zak... I hope I'm not talking your ears off. Why don't you tell me about yourself."

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I looked up at the doctor with no set emotion on my face and I just watched her. She's a doctor, Zak. She'll just make things worse like every doctor does, Zak. The voices spoke. They weren't as loud as they were in the hallway on the way here, but they still want to make everything so difficult. I lift my head and dragged my arms down to where they were hugging my stomach and clenching the side on my shirt. My knees were still up in the chair, but were slanted slightly to the right. I laid my head back and tilted it slightly to the left and looked at the doctor.
I laughed and put on a slight fake smirk as the doctor, Sonya, asked me to tell her some about myself. "Tell you what, doc? You've read my file, haven't you, doc?" I said, my Irish accent showing heavily on every word I said. "What am I suppose to say that you don't already know?" I added, getting a quit serious look on my face. "I'm fucking mad just like the rest of 'em say. I'm fucking mad. Fucking insane. I heard bloody fucking voices in my head that tell me to kill and hurt people, doc. And if I don't do what the fuck they say, they start yelling at me and sayin' to go kill and hurt myself..." I trail off. I can feel my eyes becoming watery with everything I say, but I don't let them fall. Tears are a sign of weakness. "Is that what you wanted to hear, doc?" I say as I stare blankly at her for a moment then switch my gaze to the ceiling and stare blankly into space, listening to the voices scream and curse inside my head wanting me to have another attack and hurt myself or someone else again.

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A pseudo smile fell over her lips as she shook her head sensibly. It was always relieving when patience released information about themselves but something about Zak's deliverance rooted her in concern.
"Actually...no. That was not what I wanted to hear." Sonya spoke through the clear disappointment peppering her face. Yet she knew it was not his fault, the other Doctors programmed it into him. "I would much rather you tell me about personal interest, y'know favorite book, movie. I'm sure they have TVs' here."

Sonya pursed her lips together after coming to conclusions. He did not know. She would tell him.

"Zak, I don't know how other Doctors work around here but you will find that I'm not the same. You're supposed to hate us because we demand your trust... but I don't want it - at least not yet. I don't deserve your trust and I won't ask you to pretend to give to me. You hate me and that's okay." She continued, her eyes never leaving his. "You can never trust a person you hate. But I just want you to know this - I hope that I can prove myself, to show you that I deserve it. I'm not asking for it today, hell I'm not even asking for it six months from now. But whenever you're ready. I'm here."

With probable cause of seeing him talk about his problems although a bit forceful, it was still progress. And if he had the desire to get out of this place then he would need to show lots of it. Sonya was never one to hold people against their will. "If you would like to leave then by all means, I'm not one for holding people against their will." She glanced down until she found her hands. "Unless you would like to stay."

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I looked back at the doctor with a raised eyebrow at what she said about that not being what she wanted to hear. Then hearing her say she wanted to know about personal interest made me laugh and I rolled my head on the back of the chair knowing that can't be true. Because it's not fucking true! It's not true at all! You should just be locked away and never be let out like the fag you are! Ahhhh!! The voices said and my smirkish smile and laughing ceased to exist. I went numb and looked at the doctor with no emotion at all. Just numbness.
"Sure, doc. Whatever you say, doc." That's all I could say after her little speech about trust and hate. And in all she said, I don't hate her. I just don't like her. She's a doctor. And all doctors do is say how we can get better if we try and how we need to find a cure and shit like that. But what they don't understand is that sometimes there is no cure. Sometimes, people just don't get better.
Then, the doctor had told me I could leave unless I'd like to stay. "Humm, let's see, doc. Stay here and talk or go back to the recreational room where all people do is sit by themselves and read. Humm, it doesn't make a difference to me, doc. Both places has voices that never stop. Humm, what a tough discussion. Hang out with a doctor or some crazy guy who goes in awe at the sight of blood. Humm...doctor, blood, doctor, blood..." I said with each word drowned in an ocean of complete and utter sarcasm. Leave! Leave and go! Leave and go! Go! Go! The voices kept yelling at me, telling me to leave and go and I know why. If I'd leave, they'd make me go insane all over again and try to make me hit my head again. So this is a really hard choice. I could go and risk getting hurt again or I could stay here and risk having an attack in front of a doctor. I don't know. I just don't know.
Instead of saying any answer, I stand up shaking my head and walk out of the office and head back to the recreational room with the voices screaming and yelling the whole time I walk.

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Tristan's fingers wrapped around his free arm and pushed against him to try and let go, but Damian wasn't letting up. It had been far too long for him to give up tasting this sweet liquid and to even get his release from touching himself; since he'd been here, he'd only managed to jerk off once and that just happened to be last week when Arrow was dragged from her cell to be taken to the nurse. It was a feeling of pure bliss, exactly how he felt right now and he would let nothing stop it. Even as the nurse placed a hand on his shoulder and nudged him, he simply shot a glare at her and bit down harshly on the flesh between his teeth to draw more blood and even bruise the skin. He simply refused to let go for anyone or anything.

That was until another nurse came over to the two of them. This one was much larger than the frail woman next to him. She gripped his arm, tearing it away from what it was doing inside his pants and yanked him backwards so his mouth disconnected with the wet skin, his lips and teeth stained a crimson red, his cheeks flushed a light pink and even a fair amount of sweat stuck his hair to his face. Damian hissed in annoyance, unable to get out any audible words as he was forced to his feet and dragged away from his so-called meal. Honestly he wouldn't be far off described as a vampire from one of the novels they were allowed to read. Well, used to be able to read, until the description of one drinking another's blood turned him on and the books were soon removed. Never would he understand the reasons why he couldn't indulge in his fantasies in peace.

The aroused man was dragged out the room and down the hall to a place he didn't recognize. It was stylish and modern, but a conference room nonetheless, meaning he would have to deal with yet another doctor who considered him sick. He was forced down onto the chair and given a stern look by the nurse who took him here, but thankfully she left and he stuck his middle finger up at her as she left, uttering obscenities under his breath; when taken away from what could have been his only chance at tasting blood, Damian was less than friendly. Still he licked his lips clean of the blood contain them, biting back a groan in his throat, and zipping his pants back up. Hopefully his erection wasn't too noticeable.

A hand was extended out to him and Damian's attention immediately went to the dark red coating her nails. It almost looked like blood. His green eyes shot up at her and he smiled, almost twisted like as he grabbed her hand and tried pulling it close to his mouth. Perhaps there was hope he'd get more blood after all and this time no one would stop him. Besides, the psychiatrist was attractive.

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Of course she skimmed over his file, reading over bits and pieces that interconnected themselves together. Sonya was fascinated with his disorder partially because she had never met someone with a paraphilla to blood before. Generally, hematolagnia was no different from any other fetish inside of normal variation. But he was here for a reason. And in some case, paraphilia becomes to the extreme and puts said person or others in immediate danger. The strong uncontrollable urge to deviate consumes them; constantly eating away at them until their whole world gets turn upside down - simultaneously landing them in places like this.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand something just happen. From the blood discoloring his lips to the prominent protrusion coming from his lower region, she knew he was roused. Considering the circumstances, Sonya turned her perplexing stare back to Damian after feeling his hand grasp hers. A tug. The look his eyes casted was almost sinister in the way they glinted as he continued to pull. A chill took a course throughout her being, producing small goose bumps to infiltrate her bare arms.

The brunette wouldn't complain, he was being 'friendly' and that was always a good thing. At first it seemed a bit peculiar yet she allowed him to get familiar with it incessantly - until she noticed the crimson colored gloss plastered over her nails. Slowly, she attempted pulling her hand away. "It's... nice to meet you." Flickering her vivid pools of blue away from his, Sonya solemnly took a seat on the leathered sofa. With several things running though her mind concerning the level of vulnerability she put herself in being number one. She wanted to smile at him in a friendly gesture but her lips wouldn't allow it. It was unusual for her to become abashed around patients though she never dealt with one as carnal as he. Damian, have he use his analytical intellect, could observe that he had caused the young Doctor a bit of nervousness. Which is why she avoided his gaze inducing her to appear powerless.

As along as she remained in control of their encounter then she would be fine.
"Were you having some trouble?" She asked placidly.

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A chaste kiss was pressed to her hand where he could feel the bulging veins pump blood through them. Lips parted to breathe hotly against pale flesh and he clamped down just as she’d yanked her hand away. Teeth pierced his tongue and lips and soon blood was filling his mouth, but it hardly turned him on. That was one of the problems with his paraphilia, he had to see someone else bleed for it to have an effect; his own blood didn’t taste good at all and made him grumble in irritation. His hand rose to his mouth and pressed against his bleeding lip, moving it back and forth to glance down until finally it was nothing more than a slow trickle.

“Trouble?” he finally answered as he looked up at her, noting on how she refused to look at him -- a common sign to show she was uncomfortable in his presence. Damian couldn’t decide whether to roll his eyes or smirk because of it. In the end he just stared at her with a blank expression before going back to checking and licking the drying blood from his hand.

“The only trouble I had was when that fat bitch pulled me away.” he snapped at her, referring to what he had been doing in the recreation room, not that this doctor knew anything about it, even if the signs were clear. “If she had just left me alone I would have been fine. I shouldn’t even be here in the first place. Do you really think what I have is enough to call me insane? I don’t hear fucking voices in my head or refuse to let anyone near me because I think they’re about to hurt me. How is enjoying a little bit of blood bad? You let others indulge in their fantasies and don’t lock them up!” he ended up yelling at her.

Damian wasn’t always like this, but since being dragged away from his only chance to taste his drug, and biting himself to the point his own sickly tasting blood flooded his mouth, he wasn’t at all happy. Even his dark green eyes showed this. They no longer sparked with the same dazed lust he once had, now it was simply anger.

“I’m sorry…” he inhaled sharply and let out the breath slowly in the form of a sigh. “You’re new here, right? My name’s Damian Mason, I have hematolagnia, and I’m here because it got out of hand once, not because I’m insane or sick, or however you’re told to describe the people here. Now if you could just explain that I’m fine to the others…”

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Bringing her gaze back to him once more revealed his showering anger. Sonya witnessed him placing a balming hand up to his lips, where she saw a small amount of blood. The sound of his voice rising in tone with each word. Hearing him speak about the nurse 'pulling him away' confirmed her suspicions of something happening beforehand. His eyes were no longer displaying the lascivious view. Damian was clearly angered by being stop from what seemed to be lewd conduct.

A part of her agreed with on him not being mentally ill, but if he had the desire to hurt people that could be misconstrued as having a 'problem. Having heard Damian's escapade finally dull down relaxed her considerably. "You're right, I don't honestly believe you're insane, or mentally ill for the matter. But, you have to understand the high standard society sets for people to be considered 'normal' nowadays. I see nothing wrong with getting sexually aroused by distinct practices ... only if both participants are willing."

Tilting her head to side, Sonya coursed a hand through her dark brown lustrous locks. "The world we live in today permits us, sadly, from following our desires. Even some that are less harmful than others. Though the thing with paraphillia's is that they can become a bit to the extreme. Turning into what some will call addiction... But I am curious, I've never met some with hematolagnia before. If I'm correct, then it's sort of a variation to vampirism. Then I would assume you're a fan of horror movies." A minuscule grin creeping across her lips.

"Damian, I would love to help you get out of this place but there's a reason you're here. You said something about losing control once before. Do you care... to elaborate?"

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Listening to him explain his cognition on comparing his paraphillia to vampirism helped determine his level of mentality. She was not surprised that he could comprehend his surmise in legitimate conversation. But she knew he wasn't here because he required assistance knowledge-based. And to be completely honest, the brunette had not been expecting him to openly admit the truth when she initially asked.

Files were always a necessary tool needed to help the psychologists determine the best approach. But there was a problem -- files did not always contain everything they desired to know. Some things, abet important, slips through the concealed cracks. And with Damian's file, there wasn't really much to fasten onto besides the diagnostics of his disorder. Not to mention some of the patients severe behavior to ensconce their past. It had mostly to do with them not trusting the Doctors, which is understandable. Though Sonya had a strong want to know why he was in theory, sentenced to this place for only having an 'unusual' fetish.

With the change of his posture turning vehement, Sonya lifted her gaze to his deep viridian sight. Resting her clasped hands on her lap all the while watching the pulchritudinous man intently. Of course it was unethical to think that way about the patient; yet her basic humanistic nature caused her to do so. If at all she knew he would be concluding his colloquy with rape, then should wouldn't have offered him a curvature of her mouth; a smile - as she thought the story were going to dawdle on love. In curiosity of auditioning his words of how Sonya physically resembled the woman, brows furrowed as a puzzling expression swarmed her features. But as he continued, the corners of her lips slowly foiled into a slight pout. Still glancing at Damian, she watched the libidinous glint returned to his eyes. The expression on his facial semblance solely enticed her, causing a wave of calidity to surge through out her core.

"I just couldn't control myself......"

"I raped her."

Her rosy lips parting to release slow suppressing breaths, lashes batting by a torrent of blinking. Cyan orbs tumbled down to the aristocratic glass table, before trying to find the 'right' thing to say if there even was one. For a minute she let her crystallized spheres settle on the dark-haired man in oppression. Damian's laughter indicated that he had no remorse about his actions of more than likely ruining another person's life. Sonya had not been expecting him to dispense that type of information and shrug it off so nonchalantly. It did bother her a little that she resembled his rape victim.... but she had nothing to be worried about. Right?

Silence.

In fact it was so quiet that the ticking from the small pendulum clock setting on top of her desk could be heard. Sighing at the uncanny situation subsisting itself to her proved afflicting, Sonya shook her head despondently. Yet she wouldn't reject him just because he made a 'mistake' which ultimately landed him here. The doctor made a quick face of discomfort but settled into a friendly smile.

"It doesn't seem like you feel remorseful. That sort of thing worries me Damian..."

Even if Damian wasn't technically mentally ill, he still showed some signs of what some would call a sick-natured person. And everyday he spent detained in this place, Sonya knew that his urge would only grow stronger. In reality, he was not ready to be release especially with the discontinuation of his medication.

"I don't have anything to worry about right...considering I resemble her." Sonya forced another smile before glancing down at her wristwatch. "Of course not. Well, I think we should end it here for today." Standing up from her seat on the sofa, while gently wiping the invisible dust from her raven colored dress. "I could take you back if you'd like."

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This monopolized the aboriginal epoch in all her few short years of working that she had gotten hurt. Of course there was an occasional shove but never did the drawing of blood occur. Removing the bloodied Kleenex from her wrist, her eyes studied the wound closely as it were going to disappear. But it never did. The incision was only two to three inches in length, surrounding slightly reddened skin. A part of her did not understand... what the hell did the woman use. Patients weren't allowed to have anything sharp or hazardous otherwise. But the nurses would have taken care of it.

Pulling open one of the drawers to her desk, the woman spotted the small, convenient first aid kit. While she tended to her own, a small amount of gauze was applied with the assistance of medical tape. Sonya glanced back at the sound of hearing the door open. Again the heavy-set nursed entered with the woman responsible for the pain emanating from her wrist. She was going to suggest they meet another time but hadn't had the chance to because the nurse was quickly retreating to the door.

The blue light that sparkled from the window helped to lighten the features of her face. Instead of answering the woman right away, Sonya moved a few papers and folders around until she spotted what she was looking for. Rosie Clark. If it hadn't been for the photo then perhaps Kelly/Julie would have remained a mystery. She took her time in reading over the information. The revealing to her that Rosie was in fact diagnosed with DID/MPD and it would most likely explain her eradicated behavior.

Raising her injured arm up so that the concealed blemish could be seen, Sonya quirked a brow. "Forgive my sour mood. A woman cut me just now. I think- no I know she did it on purpose. Maybe she wanted to start up some trouble.... Y'know she actually looked just like you except her name was Kelly. Do you know of her? Because I'd really like to tell her how much this hurts. And how she could have cause another patient to relapse."

Standing up from the desk, Sonya appointedly snatched the key from the table top. Viewing this opportunity to posses a privy moment with Rosie/Julie should not go to waste. As she arrived to her destination, she kneeled down and unraveled the cuffs before setting them on the glass table. "I don't see the point really." She mumbled.

"I'm Sonya Asano, and you are Julie I presume." This time the doctor did not offer her hand -- she learned. "I get the feeling I'm going to be introducing myself one more time." Heading over to the plush chair, adjacent to the leather sofa, Sonya took a seat and rested her head against the head rest. Her eyes slowly drifted close in content.

"I won't tell you why you were cuffed to a chair... it's probably better that way." She continued, "And I won't make you stay either... But I am your new doctor and I hope to see you leave this place one day."

At least distinguishing the personalties would be easy.

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Rubbing his hands together he tried to ease his nervousness from the reason he is here. Wringing his hands together he took a few calming breaths he learned from his previous doctors had taught him to cope with his anxiety. The institute felt the same as the last one he was in, there was that disinfectant smell that seem to haunt him no matter where he goes. It is true he decided to be treated by his own free will but...maybe it was James. Make him feel this uneasiness down at the pit of his stomach. It is just their thinking he and James were completely different he trust the doctors to make him feel better as for James he doesn't trust anyone. His foot steps were soft but to the stillness of the hallway they sound like drums echoing through the hall.

Richard approached the the waiting room and sat down one of those chairs with a plastic back. His restlessness getting to him had made the man fidget a little. He shouldn't be this nervous it was just to meet the doctor who is going to see him frequently. That voice James again cursed at them as the time to his appointment drew nearer and nearer. Why didn't you let me take over? James asked his voice so like Richard's but with a trace of boredom from his drawl. The more meek man can hold a image of his 'double' in his head lounging in the same chair he is but with a much neater appearance than him. No it was not only the voice that had intimidated him the most but his or rather James' they were cold ice blue and completely lack of empathy. "N-no....I'm working on getting better and you're not helping." James pouted a little his expression had resembled a comic fashion of a begging puppy for a treat, more or less mocking his compartment.

"Richard Atkinson?" the man in question looks up with his usual somewhat startled gaze at the female nurse. "Y-yes." he answered nervously getting up to his feet the image of James slowly vanished from his mind. She holds her clipboard to double check his doctor's name before gesturing him to follow her. Nodding a he obediently followed the nurse only two steps behind sub-consciously nervous about getting lost in a place like this. She knocked firmly at the door and said "Dr Asano your patient Atkinson, Richard is here for his first appointment." At the back of the mental patient's mind a dry mocking laugh echoed from the back of his head where James was forced to reside to. He's amused and it grows even more as he prod at the current 'personality' weak wall. The barrier had gotten stronger but not as strong as his influence.

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Seeing as the woman didn't have anything to say to the doctor, Sonya refused to hold her captive. It was never her intentions to make patients feel trapped. In any case, Julie bid the woman a fair well. The aching in her wrist seemed to throb at the slightest glance in its direction. But no sooner than Julie declared her freedom, another nurse came into the room with yet another patient. Still sitting on the chair, the brunette stood up from her chair to address both the nurse and patient.

"Dr. Asano your patient Atkinson, Richard is here for his first appointment." The woman, looked down at her hands before handing the folder over. "He's new and his file finally transferred over.... sorry we couldn't get this to you sooner."
Sonya smiled in reassurance. "It's no trouble." Her eyes traveling from the nurse to Richard. His dark obsidian hair a bit disheveled, light cerulean hues seeming a bit lost. He was handsome all pretenses aside, but it was only a thought that would remain in the vault of taboo. Somethinf she found herself doing for the second time today.

The nurse nodded her head. "Okay, well I shall leave you too it. He shouldn't be much of a problem -- seems compliant enough." She added as a side note, grinning slightly subsequent to her leaving the room.

Returning her attention back to Richard, the young woman stated. "Hi, Richard. It's nice to meet you...and call me Sonya please." With the unopened file in hands, she could only imagine what his condition to be. Perhaps he would be willing to tell her without the preconceived notion. "Feel free to sit down." Upon her words, Sonya took a seat on the leather sofa --carefully as not to disrupt her plastered wound-- finding it the most conformable out of all the furnishings. Casting a glance down to the folder; Richard 'James' Atkinson, she lifted her eyes over to the young man once more. "So, are you going to save me the trouble of reading this file.... Do you know why you're here, Richard?"

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As the nurse led him into the office his eyes wandered around a habit of his to see a very modern setting comparing the other doctors he had seen in the past. Everything about it had described the occupant's character a little. Simple yet an air of calamity the walls weren't glaring white but a soft beige non exhibit any staking hues or anything scream about a busy person. Richard smiled sheepishly as he heard the nurse left a 'comment' about him before leaving. He had gotten use to it, true as for his record it did seem unlikely to not follow the nurses or doctors so diligently.

He raised his gaze as the nurse closed the door and met Sonya's before nervously lowering his gaze a little looking at no where in particular. She's...attractive course he only gave her one glance and he's already have this attraction but it's a physical attraction. The man can feel that presence in his mind James once more probably taking his moment to scan his doctor as well. There was something else but...Richard quickly banished it from his mind. He can hardly keep James at bay for long that's why he's here to either get rid of it or accept that is a part of him. Now he's more incline to get rid of him he won't or rather he doesn't want to be that monster.

"T-thank you." Richard said stammering at the beginning but managed to control his voice and sat down on one of those comfortable couch. She seem nice. The man thought nervously smiling at Sonya even though she really didn't return the gesture he can tell she is not nervous actually fairly confident. "O-oh...um...w-why am I here...I..er..." he fumbled for words that refused to form in his head. After he managed to format a clear answer. "I...have a problem...with um...a voice." Right now he didn't like the last doctor's diagnosis. Why? Because he implied that monster in his head is really a fragmented part of him that had broken away from it's original personality. Ugh! At the very thought it's even more confusing then that movie he had watched before getting arrested. "Um...m-my last doctor said I have MPD or...m-multiple personality disorder. S-so...I...came here to find a way to get better." Cured he would love to be cured from this...monster who wore the same face as his.