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Can You Stake My Heart	By : poe Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2756 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I don't think he's imaginary." She pronounced as she sat across from Dr. Fry. He lifted his head from his booklet and raised a questioning eyebrow. "I know it's weird. I think he's imaginary, and now I don't......he's weird. But I don't think that I made him up. In fact, I think he's actually alive, like a real person." She bit down on her bottom lip trying to figure out what Dr. Fry was going to say about this new development. He just cleared his throat.
"Okay, Ms. Lacroix. If he's not made up, why did you think that he was imaginary in the first place?"
"Well..." She trailed off, unsure of whether or not she should answer truthfully. He's going to think I'm crazy.
"Sometimes he disappears." She stated, trying to make it sound matter-of-factly.
"Disappears?" he parroted. "Like vanishes into thin air?"
She paused in thought. "Yes. And no. The first time, I was driving, well, the driver was driving. I was in the back seat, and I saw him by the gates. He stared right into me. I blinked and all of a sudden the driver was telling me I was at my apartment building."
He wrote a few a points down and motioned for her to continue.
"And the second time?"
"He saw me in the coffee shop, and came and sat beside me. I got really upset, talking about...it. He walked me outside, and I could have sworn that the street was deserted. Then I turn around, and just like that-- he wasn't there! And there were people evrywhere....I couldn't find him in the crowd."
"Okay. So what leads you to believe that he is not made up now?"
"Well, he came to my house, and I invited him in for coffee. He saw me writing in my book, and he asked what I was writing about. I didn't want to tell him....I mean, I guess it's kind of rude to be writing about someone that's sitting right in front of you. But I told him anyway, and he thought I was joking. I told him I wasn't, and he took it upon himself to prove to me that he was real."
"And I guess he succeeded?"
"Yes. I threw a spoon at him, and he caught it. And he turned the tv on. So I don't think he could be imaginary, I don't think my mind could make up all that stuff."
"You'd be surprised by what the mind is capable of Ms. Lacroix."
He paused for a moment to write something down, then changed the subject. "You mentioned last time that you were having trouble sleeping, and I know we talked briefly about your dreams, and how they were keeping you up at night. Are they still frequently bothering you?"
"Wait. You mean, you don't think that I'm crazy because I think he's a real person?"
"First of all, Ms. Lacroix, I don't know whether or not this man you see is real. I would have to see him myself to know for sure, one way or the other. But I think that the fact that you questioned whether he was imaginary or not speaks volumes in and of itself. 'Crazy' people never question their sanity." He made a point to look directly into her eyes when he said this, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"And second, we don't use the word 'crazy' here."
She smiled at him, almost laughing out loud. Dr. Fry had helped her with so much, and she thought a lot of her progress had been due to his great sense of humour.
"So, your dreams. Do you want to tell me about them?"
"Yeah, I keep having them regularly. But they change now. They're not always the same anymore."
"Okay, why don't you tell me about the new ones?"
"Well, I still have that chasing part, but where I never used to catch up to her before, sometimes now I do. Only it's too late, and she's lying on the ground, blood all over, pooled underneath her. But when I go to turn her over, it's not her, it's some other woman."
"Do you recognize this new woman?"
"No....but for some reason I feel like I know her. Or like I should know her. But I can't place her. And lately there's been someone else in my dreams too. Like, standing over me, or staring at me. I can feel it. But I can never see him. Either because I'm crying too hard, or he's out of sight."
"He? If you can't see this person, how do you know it's a man?"
"I guess I don't really know...." she trailed off, lips pressed together in thought. "I just feel like it's a he. I just....get that feeling."
He sat up, closing his book, and setting his glasses on the desk beside him. He folded his hands and placed them in his lap, across his legs."Well, do you think that your unexplained loss of time, or Gerard's disappearing act may have something to do with your sleeping problems? I think it's possible that, if Gerard is a real person now, you may slip into a narcaleptic state, where your body sort of "zones out", for lack of a better term. An episode where you basically fall asleep, and your body doesn't wake up until it is jarred, is not uncommon, but it can become very serious indeed, especially if you lose track of yourself while driving or something of that nature."

He stood up and walked around behind his desk, grabbing a notepad and scribbling down a quick note. He handed it to her. "Here. Take one of these before you go to bed, if you feel like you won't be able to sleep. But only take one, don't take it with alcohol, and only take it if you are going to bed soon. They tend to be pretty potent."
She nodded along with his instructions, and shoved the piece of paper into her coat pocket.
He leaned against his desk. "Now, how are you feeling otherwise?"
"I'm okay. I mean, I still have panic attacks sometimes, when I realize that my parents are....dead. But I do what you told me and it helps."
He smiled. "That's what I'm here for-- to help." He looked down at his watch. "Well, I think that's all the time you get for today, Ms. Lacroix."
She stood up and started towards the door, turning just before she left. "Oh, and Dr. Fry?"
"Hmm?" He said without looking up from him notebook.
"It's way."
"I beg your pardon?" he looked up at her, confusion evident on his face.
"You asked me his last name. It's Way. W-A-Y. Gerard Way."
He just smiled and shook his head, waving his hand to shoo her out the door.
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