As I said before, nobody appreciated it. I would say, "oi, beware the ides!" and they would all shake their heads in depression. My humor was unappreciated.
Everyone knew that eventually Linder would experiment with them next.
I feared it deep down, my stomach flipping. I only ever concentrated on my organs sliding against the inside of my skin to distract me, it made me nauseous.
I started taking my medicine to help numb everything. To make me drowsy and impossible to speak to.
I swallowed the large pills with a dry throat, they went down in a lump and a gulp of cold water.
Phil looked at me curiously, a frown to his thin lips and I swear I've never seen a look of worry on his face ever.
I wonder what sort of therapy Linder will do on me, after all everyone has their own different cases.
I'm just scared but it's inevitable, there's no avoiding it.
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Psych Testing (phan)
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] This journal belongs to: DAN If found: Don't look inside, ever. It's mine and Doctor Linder said so.
