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Day One
“I was laying my head on a pillow as usual and when I woke up, it was past noon as usual. I never enjoyed mornings I never felt like waking up in the morning. All it was to me is nothing, but a pain. I guess I just never get used to waking up early in the morning,” I say as I look down at the table and watch as my index finger simply tapped the presumably mahogany table repeatedly my foot taps to the rhythm of my finger tapping on the table. I had nothing in my hands to grasp to make the conversation more comfortable. It felt pretty uncomfortable for my hands to be this empty. I look across the table and she was glancing at me and likely making notes of my mistakes. She was Dr. Avery Jacobs.
Honestly, every time I wake up in the morning I think about why I should even bother to do a simple task and it honestly just pains me because I do want to do that one thing and be through with it, but I always say that I can do it tomorrow. But tomorrow never really approaches me and it honestly feels like stress to me. I feel like every time I try to do something I feel like what I do will be a failure. I feel as though I will not be as good as anyone else. I feel that I’ll wake up one of these days sick for no reason and know that it happened because I could have avoided it. Though I doubt you will understand what I’m saying I just want you to know it feels good to talk to you.”
((What Regidrago is heard saying: Professor Jacobs! ))
“You know, Reggie, I would like to help you with your concerns, but I’m afraid I can’t help you or help alleviate the concerns you have as you are being rather vague. I’ll have Researcher Alphon bring in some notepads and pencils, chalkboards, whiteboards, a phone, and perhaps a typewriter to get you in an attempt to communicate with us. Hopefully, those communication methods shall be beneficial for you.” Dr. Jacobs tells me as she hands me a bag of tortilla chips. Honestly, I was used to most people giving up on me in the first hour or so and making me someone else’s problem, but Dr. Jacobs hasn’t done that to me yet. I have hope that she’ll try to understand me. It’s been almost a week since I ended up at this place. I was told that this place was used to help people like me with their sicknesses.
“You know that she won’t. She’s not even trying to hide the fact that she’s already done with your vague Pokémon bullshit. Everyone’s done with that bullshit. No one is going to save you from me. You might as well get used to having me in your life because I’ll never go away. I’ll keep making ALL of them leave. You won’t have anyone to help so why don’t you stop trying?” Said what I could only presume as the inner demonic voice who seems to tell me I am wrong about everything I do. I believe it was called a conscious?
I shake it off as I watch Dr. Jacobs walk out of the room to go talk to Dr. Alphonse. I hate him so much. Don’t get me wrong Dr. Alphonse is a great person and all, but he never stops tapping that damn pen. Sometimes I feel like he does it to just mess with me. Then again Mom says I just make accusations out of the blue. Maybe I should try and calm down.
Day Two
