Lone Fragment

Lone Fragment

My psychiatrist is trying to kill me. I mean, it’s only a matter of time before these increasingly bizarre combinations of pills he prescribes (so painful are the side effects) do the job anyway, but that’s not what I’m talking about. 

He has at least three henchmen that follow me around, watching my every move. Hounds of Hell, I have named them affectionately, because they phase in and out as though they are not from this world. I know they are there though; I can feel them in my bones. 

The psychiatrist in question, Dr Pascal he is called, doesn’t know I’ve seen the hounds. At least, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t. I haven’t told him. Then again, maybe the little sneer he makes with the corner of his mouth is an indication that he does know, and is daring me to confront him about it so he can add delusions and hallucinations to the list of symptoms he collects in a list beneath my name. I swear he gets a handsome bonus every time he adds new one. His designer tie collection certainly goes to support that theory. 

Anyway, what he definitely doesn’t know is that I wear a mask for each and every interaction. That’s right, the real Jeremiah Holm who writes this journal resides way beneath the surface, hidden away from those who may harm him. He is protected by a sometimes arrogant, always flirtatious version of himself. So if Dr Pascal were to succeed in his wicked plan, I am confident he would only destroy my window display, and I can make a new one of those quicker than he can slap on a straitjacket. 

I’d be lying if I said the hounds didn’t worry me though. If they are not of this world they may be able sense the things beyond. If they were to find my hiding place, I’d face total implosion, of that there’s no doubt. And that, my friend, is a fate worse than death.      

Dr Pascal says things like ‘how does that diagnosis feel to you?’ And ‘do you want to know what I think?’. I don’t.

Honestly I just long for the days of seeing the university therapist. She taught me some simple breathing techniques to use in times of panic or darkness that actually did some good, and the whole experience felt friendly and gentle. 

Compared to the days that came with the fog, those memories are all sunshine and rainbows and girls in summer dresses. Don’t get me wrong, I love girls who wear black and I never wear any other colour myself. But there’s still something about a lightweight floral cloth that smells like happiness.

To this day I use the exercises the counsellor taught me, even though she betrayed me and sent me to Dr Pascal in the end. “I’m afraid there’s no more I can do for you,” she said. The ones you trust always leave though. Every fucking time.


This is a short excerpt from my current long form fiction project. 

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  1. I would be curious to compare medication lists. Every once in a while, the fear that I develop is of the medication itself. I get seriously paranoid of the medication and stop taking it. I was off all meds for several years due to that fact.

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  2. Thanks for clarifying this is not you. The character development is of a genuine paranoid-schizophrenic with multiple personality disorder, though I’m no doctor. Very scary if it was your true story. Very entertaining as a deluded fictional person. Very convincing.

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    1. I hadn’t considered that people might think this was my diary entry, but I’m pleased it is convincing. I’ve added a sentence at the end to clarify for new readers. Thank you very much for your kind words 😊

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      1. It is very convincing. The quality of your copy tells me it is fictional. But people with mental illness can also be very convincingly articulate.

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  3. Years ago, I had similar fantasies and fictions. Many therapists seem to be interested in making you just well enough to keep coming back. And when you are at risk of being too sober, they’ll add a little neurosis back in.

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  4. Great description and view into the mind of the MC. I like this line, a great way to end that “scene”: “I’m afraid there’s no more I can do for you,” she said. The ones you trust always leave though. Every fucking time.
    It sounds like a line from a song.

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  5. See I never know what to think with you, because this is either a real-world story of someone with mental problems, or a magic-infused tale featuring a more tangible sort of darkness. Of course you’ve written both such stories before so the coin is in the air, and I’m left wondering just how much I can trust the narrator. How thrilling! Can’t wait to see the final project.

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    1. Thank you, I’m glad you feel this way. There is a lot more to this story as it is part of the novel I am writing. I wanted to see whether it had enough of a hook to make the reader want more 😊

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