Death of a Mind

I leave the books behind and go to my room . I cry , as if Chase recently died and isn’t brooding in the room next door . I almost wish he’d die . Seeing him lose his mind feels more painful . At least if he died , I wouldn’t have to be teased by seeing his physical body , because the Chase I adore doesn’t exist anymore . His body is a house that is falling apart , and his mind is a prisoner in the upstairs attic . I have no hope . Still , sometimes , a glimpse of his malnourished body makes me want to violently shake him until the chains holding his mind captive fall free . As if that would work .

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By the Book and According to Protocol

She nods but looks dissatisfied. Her expression betrays that she already knows the root of my problem and wants me to provide her with supporting evidence. I don’t think she’s going to change what she’s decided , even if our conversations don’t support her theory. I sigh . She’s one of those people who goes by the books . The medical rule books, that is.

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Medical Exorcism

Without warning , the patient leans forward slightly in her bed . With her eyes still closed , she spews green and black bile out of her mouth, splattering her hospital gown and hair. She falls back against her bed . Her sister grabs tissues off a table in the room and begins wiping around the patient’s mouth. My mouth opens and won’t close . My heart is galloping . I feel like I just witnessed an exorcism.

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