Chapter 1
Working at a Therapist office, is kind of weird but cool in a strange kind of way. It doesn’t even make sense to me when I say that. But it’s maybe because I need to see one. Maybe I should ask Dr Jameson if he could see me as a patient. Maybe he wouldn’t because I work for him. I’ll just ask him after work today. I have this thing nagging in the back of my mind lately. And it’s about what happened to me at home a week ago. Some may say I’m hallucinating others would say I’m psycho. Either way, it happened. I’m sure it happened, or at least I think I’m sure.
Maybe I should just tell you what happened. No it would just be weird telling you my subconscious what’s going on. But hey! you already know right?
I should just write all this crap down and forget about it.
No I can’t it’s making me insane. And even Suzie won’t tell me the truth. She’s so fucking secretive I hate it.
Suzie by the way is my step sister. And into this weird shit. I don’t even know what to call it.
Sexy Horrors, Horror Sex, Weird Sex. Ah! Fuck! I don’t know. All I know is that it’s actually fucking amazing.
I saw her one night go through her mirror. Yes Through Her fucking mirror. And the books lying around her room was all about sex spells.
And the next day I got a message on my mirror. But nothing happened after that. So that’s why I think I’m going fucking insane. And hope that Dr Jameson might be able to help me figure this out if it’s real or not.
Just 3 more hours before the last patient will be out of his office. Man this is going to take fucking long. I need something for the nerves.
I get up and go to the kitchen. I pour myself a cup of black bitter coffee and I take a caramel cupcake from the fridge. I always calm down when I have a cupcake. It’s like my calming snack.
I bake in my spare time. Helps me forget about all my none existent friends I have. 23 and single with no friends. Only a step sister that’s into some weird shit.
After our parents died in a car accident we were left the mansion and some few millions in a trust. We will only get the money once we turn 25. They probably thought we would waste the money given to us.
We actually get some sort of allowance every month and mine actually lasts the whole month. But I only work because I wouldn’t be able to sit at home doing nothing.
Now I’m stuffing my face with cake and waiting for Doc to finish with his patients. I always thought he had a weird aura about him like he’s hiding something. But I haven’t been able to put my finger on what it is.
I went back to my desk and started writing down some notes of what I’d want to tell him, that’s if he’s willing to see me as a patient.
