The Psychologist and The Patient
I am a licensed psychologist. I have always had the need to help others besides myself. I always wanted to help others in any way that I possibly can. Especially when it came to their own mind. Things in which they needed a second opinion on or someone to talk to. I would always find a need to help others besides myself no matter the situation.
But the thing is… I have a gift.
Ever since I was a child I was able to hear the thought of those around me. Those far from me. Those close to me. I was born with the ability to hear the thoughts of people who were crazy or psychopathic. Even those who were nice. No matter what the person was or who they were, I was able to hear them. The thoughts of people were as clear as them saying it out loud.
I was always able to help people… even when they couldn't say it. I could just say it for them….
I have always listened to the thoughts of the depressed, the psychopathic, and the insane. I have listened to it all.
Until a patient walked in my room and all I was able to hear was silence….
I asked the basic of questions. The ones I usually do to try and see where their mental state is at. Yet this one, was difficult…
Something wasn’t right of him. About him. Yet I still proceeded the session, even though he made me very uncomfortable.
"How has your sleep been lately?"
The patient answers, "I don’t sleep. My mind has the scary capability of being dark and demented."
"You are afraid of your dreams?"
"Yes," he said quietly.
Session after session I was never able to hear his thoughts. Not once. I tried so hard to hear them because, maybe, just maybe, they were too silent to be heard in a room with 2 people talking. So I asked him to just sit still and lay back and try some meditation.
It was then when after a moment he simply stood up. Straight back but his legs were still in its laying position. So straight. His… his head was turned toward me… it looked like he wasn't human. It was that moment when I finally understood why people feared silence.
After minutes of him, just STARING AT ME… NOT EVEN BLINKING… NOT EVEN FREAKIN MOVING! He just sat still….
For just a moment… He said…
"I know what your trying to do. I know who you are. Did you
Think I didn’t know?"
"Did you think I was that easy to manipulate?"
I tried to play it off as best as I possibly could. I didn't know what the hell he was trying to get at. I never told a soul about my ability. Not even the closest person I have. No one…
HOW THE HELL COULD HE HAVE POSSIBLY KNOWN!!!!
I mean… he said it so… bluntly. He then proceeded to say 5 words that will haunt me for the rest of my life… I can't sleep. I can't eat. All I do is think about what he told me. Just that simple phrase.
After a sudden unforgetfull silence...
IN THAT MOMENT, THE PSYCHOLOGIST, HE FINALLY SAW ETERNITY, AND WAS DRIVEN MAD…