Patient # 102
I was walking. It was a huge crowd — lots and lots of people. Most of them were adults — people in their 30’s and 40’s, you know. There were a few children hopping along the crowd as well. They were too few, though, but it did not matter. Children only matter if they were to grow up and this group here was not destined to be adults — lucky bastards!
The majority of these adults were women with a dozen or so males following them like slaves follow their masters. I think the only reason these males were kept alive was for mating so they could produce the children who would never grow up to become adults.
She was there too — the love of my life, walking in the front row. She was their leader, being the most beautiful woman in the crowd. I, on the other hand, was stuck in the last row, among the ugliest men. I was not ugly, though. However, being handsome was not an advantage for me because I was made impotent. I was useless. Why were they keeping me alive? Perhaps she has told them to do it. Did she love me? But that was impossible. She was the reason behind my castration!
He was still bleeding when they found him. The gruesome weapon in his hands was shining with crimson blood. He was sitting on the toilet seat. The rescuers could see a severely mutilated reproductive organ but there was no acknowledgement of pain in his brown eyes. They were empty — he was a vegetable!
A doctor and a patient’s family were deep in discussion. Patient #102 was their main concern.
“I think some event has triggered his otherwise inactive gene, which is responsible for creating a chemical imbalance in his mind,” the doctor was saying, “Are you 100% sure he had never had any traumatic experience of being sexually assaulted?”
“Never,” said the father, his voice betraying a shade of hurting pride.
“I am not sure,” intervened his wife.
She looked around. Everybody was staring at her now. Her eyes were brimming with tears of pain and hurt.
He is so young — only 18, she thought and a sob skipped her.
“I…I think it has something to do with Katrina,” she was shaking all over her body as she said this. Her son had been staying at the house of his recently widowed aunt. They had sent him to comfort her and her little daughter and help them around, as they were new in town.
“You mean to say,” her husband’s paternal love was transforming into intense anger as he said, “She did something to him to…”
He failed to complete the sentence.
On the dark curtain of his mind, the same film was being played on repeat. He was the star of this movie — the hero and the villain.
He was standing in a dimly lit room — naked, ready to commit the felony again. The beauty standing in front of him, scared out of her wits, was not his aunt. It was his angelic cousin — the love of his life!
Then something happened!
She exposed his villainy. The penalty was to suffer from insufferable madness. He was to stay stuck in one horrific moment for the rest of his life.
Genre Psychological, Story 8