“Tell me, Kai, how have you been feeling these past couple of days?” The young-looking psychiatrist who was sitting on an obnoxiously expensive chair asked Kai.
Kai sat on one couch across from Vladimir, who sat in a majestic manner. The table between them served as a stage for their silent exchange.
Vladimir, is what the psychiatrist is known by specifically to Kai——and Kai only.
Kai turned his wary gaze from his fidgety hands to the dark obsidian eyes that were observing too closely. Kai wanted the gaze to linger for moments longer, leading to an eventful spark, but he’s too anxious.
Kai’s eyes began to look everywhere other than those black mirrors of Vladimir’s. To Kai, it felt like those eyes were looking deep into him, too deep that privacy would be in no dictionary.
“If you’re feeling uncomfortable, we can postpone this session. It would be fine, as long as you feel okay.” The man’s voice, that always gave him chills, strangely enough, murmured again. Even though the sound of his voice was too softly gentle.
There was a hint of order or maybe a threat that Kai couldn’t put his hands on. It was intelligently——veiled.
“I’m alright, and yes, scary stuff happened to me this week too.” Kai tried to whisper out loud enough to the other side without shedding tears.
The mafia-looking Vladimir pushed the clipboard from his lap onto the table that is sitting between him and Kai. Vladimir leaned into the space between him and Kai. Later, Vladimir connected his elbow with his thigh, angling himself to appear dominant in Kai’s position.
“Tell me what happened.” Vladimir leaned in, voice silky-soft but coiled with command. The words struck Kai like a sudden gust, making him flinch.
“Yeah-yeah, I-I will!” Kai stunned out with the words, as usual, while avoiding the creepy eye contact.
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A young boy was kneeling on the cold, freezing ground, snuggling himself against the white walls. His black bangs covering his eyes, his damp cheeks glowing under the moonlight, while his whitewashed lips trembled against each other.
Kai looked like he saw a ghost——maybe a ghost would’ve been better off with.
The text messages and calls that juggled the phone were overpowering; the phone was lit up, lying on the shiny surface. It was placed a meter away from Kai.
The chaotic tones and tings were overwhelming to the pitiful Kai; he just wanted it all to stop. He pressed the palms of his hands onto his ears, shielding them to his extreme limit. The tears launched their way down Kai’s cheek while Kai’s uneasiness led him to whimper and close on himself even more.
Then it all stopped.
The unexpected pause from the phone pulled to a minute, two, three.
The clock was ticking; Kai heard it——felt it in bones.
Five minutes passed, and there were no tinging noises creeping out from the phone. It was getting too bizarre.
‘Ting’
The unfaithful ting blasted out, immediately quieting again. Kai was shaken. He hesitantly hurled towards the phone; with both his hands and feet, almost tripping over.
He shoved the phone in his hands and swiped up and down, searching for something; his eyes were looking everywhere on the screen. Worried. Found it, he did.
There was a simple text on his screen that explained so many aspects. Yet, at the same time——was senseless.
“You’re all I think about.”
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“It was him! It’s him again; every time I come back home, everything looks either cleaned or used, but not by me. Even when I’m walking home or to work, I feel his presence, everywhere. I can’t shake him off. I-I told the police—they couldn’t do anything. I-I’m——-scared.” Kai couldn’t suppress it in any longer; his heart swelled with too much stress. The tears that never seemed to dry rushed again down his cheeks.
“Everything will be fine, everything.” Vladimir tried to soften the mood; it didn’t work——-never did. Unseeingly to Kai, Vladimir eyes were weakened from fierce orbs to eternal affection. “Look at me, Kai.”
Kai looked up while wiping away his tears with the sleeves of his hoodie that was supposedly his.
Kai noticed the tender smile of Vladimir, which gave the hint of many unsaid morbid thoughts. But his eye-smile that seemed to hide even more eerie visions. All of those impressions shouted danger.
Danger.
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End
