Today some doctors came to greet me.

They all wore this type of all white clothing. In their hands were held clipboards and files, filled with an abundance of paper. One of them was a male, who was wearing a pair of slim glasses with a sanitary mask obscuring his mouth, while others were women, from what I counted were 3. They all wore the same type of clothing and size, the only difference being skin colour. They look oh so sleek and smart, each and every one of them asking me questions, copying down my words on blank sheets. But, from the way I see it, their queries were...

quite subjective.

”Where do you live?”

”What happened?”

”Do you even remember what happened?”

Those were the type of questions that I got. Some that were downright personal and clueful for me to even lay a finger on a distinctive answer rather than just saying the casual plain old boring ”I dunno” stance. To which I combatted, blatantly and with a hint -which is surely not the case- of sarcasm,

”I sure hope I do.”

Well that was a quick and easy fix. It’s even durable.

The session wasn’t a quick one either. It took us approximately around 2 hours before the QnA could actually stop to a holt, and even then that’s because they ran out of time, and time was a rare essence towards them. Not due to the boringness and lack of care I have on this subject, oh, of course, no.

”I have to go now, it seems. I have another appointment in mind.” The man said as he took a closer inspection on his watch, which clearly displays the number 10:00. At that point, I didn’t bother to give two flying fucks. Instead, I was relieved, and quite surprised at how ’short’ the session was, and it’s just that I didn’t directly show it to their innocent looking eyes. Didn’t wanna deal more harm than good, right?

The man and all 3 left, and now it’s just me inside of this empty and honestly quite spacious room. I took a heavy sigh, and let it all out in one swift motion. Now, that’s out of the way, what’s next?

....

...

..

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What is next?

I realized something that was already too late to fix. Since the doctors are now gone, which lets me be on my own, I was too ignorant to take to the fact that if they leave, the only things keeping me company and sane are my random thoughts. And I know for a fact that won’t be damn good company. In fact, the opposite.

Oh fuck.

‘Well, what now, hmm? You’ve just put yourself to a pit, dumbass. Try getting out of this sheer nuisance of the existence of what we call ’boredom’, bitch. I’m sure you can’t. I know for a fact that you can’t. Just fantastic there my friend. Such sanguinity, such intelligence, such brains.’

“Shut the fuck up.” I say, to my own self.

Without further ado, I accepted my fate with a really heavy heart and laid down comfortably on the fluffy bed that was given. I try to think of what happened yesterday, and the recollections that came with it.

So I woke up.

Questioned myself.

Stayed like that for about the whole damn day.

Then slept.

“Ooookay, I really did nothing yesterday h-“ I mutter towards my own, but was cut short of a bang towards the heavy wooden doors.

With lightning reflexes, I accidentally jumped out of my position, my heart pumping and blood circulating turned double. I hear a soft, piped voice, which in my ears sound like a woman.

“Can I come in?”

That’s weird. If it was the doctors, then they would have just swung the doors open, ignoring any sign of privacy, then sit right next to me. This was another motion in play. Meaning, this is another person. A visitor, perhaps? Or a relative? Damn, how should I know. I have barely anything to relate nor cope with my-

The doors bang again, cutting my mental discussion in half in about a split second, but this time not as loud as previously. I doubt myself to answer, but then again, what’s the harm? It’s not like a serial killer is gonna go for me, hunting me down till I finally rot. Besides, I’m already broken. Hah!

“Y-yes.” I squeak.

The entrance swings open with a slow and steady push, creating miniature creeks that fills the silence of the room, at the moment. Comes out a woman of a small figure, wearing nothing but a pink sweater and some jeans. To her shoulder was a little bunny, which nibbled on her right ear. Her skin tone was yellow, but her hair was all light pink. Her hands started to fiddle, and her moving stopped to a holt as she moves inside the room.

“Hello there, Jason. I’m Fluttershy.” She snickered.

Author's Note

Got the second one done.

This chapter will be broken down into two parts, since I want to get this out early.

And damn, finally have a schedule for this.

y e e t