Finally, I’m out of that hellhole. Looking at my current condition will make Inez realize why I need her so much.

  Once again, I enter MY asylum and relish the familiar scent. I have chains around my hands and legs — exactly how it was when I met her for the first time. Those bastards didn’t even let me wash my hands, and that’s why the blood from last night is still on them, though dried up. Said that I was a security threat. Will they let me meet Inez again?

  They have to.

  Because if they don’t, then God help me — and them.

  I look down at my chained hands. Apart from the dried-up blood, they’re littered with scars.

  A dark memory. A nightmare. A self-inflicted torture.

  Inez won’t give a fuck if I almost ended one of the doctors, but this— the scars — she’s going to kill me for these. A rough chuckle escapes me at the thought.

  Dammit, what is she going to think of me after seeing them? They don’t escort me to my room this time, instead taking me to the special care center. Good. Inez is the in-charge of the special care center. High chance I’m going to meet her— though I’m not sure if she was removed from the post or something after our little incident.

  In-charge or not, I’ll find a way to meet her. By today.

  Sitting on the chair, I wait for whoever they’ve assigned to me. I’m damn sure Inez would have been shocked after knowing I’m back. After all, people who are transferred are mostly gone for good.

  But darling,

  You and I both know

  That I’m far from human...

  I hear footsteps approaching the room. I know its Inez , I don’t know how but I just know its Inez. Gods, I can picture her standing out of the door trying to calm herself down. The door opens and she doesn’t look at me directly acting as If she’s fiddling with her notepad.

  “Missed me shrink?”

  Her head snaps up at the familiar name. Her expression is cold but I can see a hint of relief at my arrival. She sits across me again—just like the first day and I feel a wave of Deja vou crash over me. “How are you Mr. Riven?”

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  Fuck I hate it so much when she gets professionally detached like this. Damnit…

  “Darling, if I remember properly, last time we met you were calling me an asshole. How did we go from asshole to Mr. Riven so quick.”

  It’s not only frustrating when she does this…but it hurts too. Am I just like every other patient to her? Am I not worth even a fraction more attention that she gives to her other patients?

  I see a muscle in her jaw clench, and I can see the conflict warring in her gaze. She still hasn’t noticed my scars gods...its going to be worse when she notices them.

  “Answer my question Mr. Riven”

  Confusion colours my features. What happened to her? “Well, you can see how I am Dr. Inez”

  With a nod she writes something on her notepad like she always does. But...there’s something different about her. She’s...she’s never like this with me. Is she giving me the cold shoulder because of the news that I almost killed a doctor? No, that most certainly won’t bother her. Then what’s the problem?

  “I’m sure the doctors in that hospital must have been good to you. Could you tell me a bit about it?”

  A frown settles on my brows. “Inez, you know what all happened don’t be clueless. Why are you being like this? Did you miss me so much that it messed with your head?”

  She lets out an exasperated sigh which almost sounds annoyed. I’m...I’m annoying her? What?

  “Nothing happened Mr. Riven we are just having a therapy session and I’m asking you questions. I don’t see anything wrong in that.”

  “Don’t do this Inez...For fucks sake...I came here to escape the cold emotionless expressions on the faces of those so-called doctors. I don’t know what I would do if you became one of them.”

  I can see her debating her inner thoughts. I know something’s wrong…but what? I can’t seem to figure out her inner turmoil. Not when she runs around wearing a mask like that. We met after almost two months and this is how I get welcomed?

  Suddenly, she roughly keeps her notepad on the chair. “We’ll have another session soon. You need to calm down first sir.”

  “Wait-”

  But she gives me the cold shoulder leaving the room with swift steps.

  Come back Inez

  Don’t push me away...

  Not when I need you the most...