I stuck my key in the door and pushed it open. Still singing along to the music blasting through my earphones, I wandered through into the living room, where I froze in the doorway. My momma was sat the sofa, dad was stood by the window staring out pensively, and one of the moron doctors was on the couch. Dr Lee was the biggest moron of the lot. He was my regular psychiatrist, I saw him every week or two. But I always saw him in his office, never here. So the fact that he was sat in my living room made my palms sweat. I looked from him to my parents who were staring at me. “Hello, Gerard,” Dr Lee was using his stupid condescending tone, the one that said he clearly thought I was completely off my head crazy, but he was too professional to say so. I nodded at him, then promptly ignored his existence. “Momma, what’s going on?” I pleaded. She patted the sofa beside her, and I sat down. Bad, bad, bad, this is bad, this is very bad my mind was chanting. Dad came over and sat on my other side. We all looked at each other for a moment, the silence awkward and tense. Dr Lee finally sighed and cleared his throat. “Gerard, we need to talk.” Yeah, I got that from the fact that you’re in my house. “We’re a little… concerned.” This really irritated me. “Well, I didn’t think you were here to tell me everything’s good and happy. What are you all panicky about now?” He frowned. “Gerard, are you taking your medication?” I rolled my eyes. “Of course I am. You ask me that every time I see you. You didn’t need to come here to check up on me. I take everything, even though I really don’t need it.” Dr Lee looked down at the papers on his lap. “Are you sure?” I nearly walked up and slapped him at that point. “Yes! I am taking all of your stupid tablets!” I purposely left out the fact that they don’t work. They’ve never worked. The dreams never went away, they followed me around just as they had before. But I never once said that. I smiled, I put on a good face, and I pretended I was dream-free. I knew what happened when I talked about my dreams, and I didn’t want to go through more examination like some lab rat. I’d learned my lesson. “Well, Gerard, We’re concerned-” No you’re not, you don’t care. “-that they might not be as… effective anymore.” I almost burst out laughing. They were exactly as effective as they had been before. By which I mean, not effective in the least. “Nothing’s changed, Dr Lee,” I said truthfully. “The pills are fine. I haven’t had a single… hallucination.” Not so truthful at that point. But hey, I’d been lying for about five years. Why stop now? The doctor raised his eyebrows, clearly unbelieving. “Gerard, I’ve noticed a… change in your behaviour recently, and not for the better, you understand. I’m worried that perhaps some of your symptoms are returning. Please understand; I just want to help you. If you’re beginning to struggle again, I can change your dosage, or perhaps prescribe you something new to help your mental condition stay as healthy as it has been recently.” I tried my hardest to hold back the grimace threatening to twist my face. Mental condition. This guy really was dumb. You’d think, considering all the stupid certificate things he’s got on display, he’d have at least some knowledge of mental conditions. You’d think he’d be able to tell that I haven’t got one. But, no. He probably has some poor guy who really is insane, telling him he’s perfectly fine. I put on my best smile. “Honestly, Dr Lee, I’m perfectly fine. No dr- hallucinations or anything like that. You’re just imagining things.” I couldn’t resist the smirk on my face at that point. Oh, the amount of times doctors like him had said that to me in various sessions. I wondered if the phrase would irritate him as much as it did me. Apparently, it did. He got up, lips pressed together, and with forced goodbyes he left. As he walked out, I couldn’t help but shout, “Nobody likes having their sanity questioned, Dr Lee!” My mom gasped at that. “Gerard!” I just shrugged. “It’s true, Momma. No-one does. It sucks.” And I turned on my heel and went up to my room.

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Sooooo, what do we think? Is this idea any good or...? Opinions would be appreciated :) I have one more chapter already written, which I'll put up at some point in the near future :) Paranoia Violence out xø