On the drive to the hospital, I debated with myself on whether I really needed to see a doctor. Before I realized it, I was at the reception area of the hospital. I was immediately referred to a Dr. Khan. A kind-looking nurse showed me to Dr. Khan’s office. I shuffled my feet there. I wondered what the doctor would say. Would Dr. Khan just give me some aspirins and send me on my jolly way? Would Dr. Khan refer me to a psychologist or even a psychiatrist? Would Dr. Khan ask me to switch to a sugar-free organic diet? What would Dr. Khan do? I realized that I had reached Dr. Khan’s office. I knocked. No answer. I sat in the waiting lounge outside the office. I felt dizzy. I could feel myself going to that dark place again. “Why, Terry, why?” It was Vietta all over again.
Leave me alone!
I couldn’t stop it from happening. I fell to the ground as my consciousness flooded with old memories. Leave me alone Vietta!
“Vietta? Ma’am, we’re here to help,” said a calm gentle voice. I looked up. I had apparently been screaming out loud. A lady wearing a white lab coat was squatting, trying to help me up. I read her name tag. It said Dr. Khan.
“I…I need help, Dr. Khan,” I managed to say.
“Come with me,” she said as she led me inside her office.
I followed her into her office. It was plainly furnished. I lowered myself into a chair. “I’m not mad,” I started, “I’ve just been having bad dreams.”
“Bad dreams? Was what just happened one of them?”
“Would you like to tell me what happens in these bad dreams?”
“I help my sister…I help my sister but it’s my fault. It was all my fault…” There it was again. Leave me alone! I got up and ran out. I couldn’t see where I was going but I kept running. I had to get away. I had to leave. I found myself outside the hospital building. I stepped onto the road. There was a girl in the middle of the road. I made a mad dash across the road and pushed her out of my way. I heard the screeching brakes too late. I felt a lot of pain as my world went dark.