thedarknetizen - Visit to the Shrink

Visit to the Shrink

I come from a tribe of head-hunters, so I will never need a shrink.

It’s a paradox, but I believed it to be the truth. That was until the voices in my head began speaking. Just one in the beginning. But soon, nineteen others joined in. I demurred visiting a shrink even when their constant chattering and bickering began drowning out my own thoughts. On some lonely nights I would feel my entire conscious self shoved to the bottom of my mind, the voices taking over completely. For the very first time I felt that I was no longer in control of my own body. I booked an appointment with the shrink at once.

The shrink heard me out patiently, even heard out some of the statements made by the other voices. She asked me to write down the names of the voices, if I knew them. I knew all twenty of them and missed out on none. The shrink read through the list calmly, her index finger tracing a path along the page. She adjusted her glasses as she reread the list. She kept the paper aside, and pulled out her cellphone, tapping away furiously. After a minute of scrolling through it, she stood up from her chair, and stared at me with a look of horror on her face.

So, I did try visiting a shrink. In the end, even her smart little head was not enough. She only added to my troubles. Now I have to deal with twenty one voices, trying to get back at me.

Word Count – 260

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