A Story by Mae

“What?” Brian Fortner asked, rubbing his eyes. He was tired, he had not been sleeping well the last couple nights.
“I said, how are you?” Michael Johnston, Brian’s psychiatrist asked concerningly.

“Oh, fine.  I’m fine,” Brian stammered. “It’s just, it’s just I've been pretty... preoccupied lately. This whole thing has got me feeling very... weird.” Michael sat up, tilting his head they way he always did while he was thinking.

“That’s perfectly normal. Going through what you went through, I’d say it would be abnormal for you to not feel strange about it.” Brian repositioned himself uncomfortably.

“I... I just don’t feel like myself. I feel like a different person.  I often find myself zoning out, I’m not nearly as organized as I used to be. I forgot to pick my daughter up from school last week. I got an angry call from my wife, ex wife, excuse me. Anyway, I got an angry call from my ex wife. She had gotten a call from Annie’s teacher and had to leave work to pick her up. I don’t know what’s happening, but in all honesty, I really don’t care.” Michael jotted something down on his yellow legal pad and looked up again.  There was a pause, an uncomfortably long pause.  

“Well, I have to get going.” Brian said suddenly, looking at the clock.

“No, no. Stay, I don’t have another appointment for a hour, I think we are really making progress,” Michael persuaded.

“I really have to go, see you next week.”

© 2012 Mae

Author's Note

This is obviously not finished, I still need to figure out how I want it to end, quite honestly. Also, ignore awkward spacing, I typed it on google docs and pasted it in, so it's a little off. Thank you!

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Added on October 24, 2012
Last Updated on October 24, 2012
Tags: Psychiatry, Short Story, Stress




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