บท 37: Therapy sessions

A few days had passed since Sylvester had arrived at the asylum, and he mostly kept to himself, except during sessions with his assigned doctor when he needed to talk. Sometimes, he couldn't shake the feeling that if he stepped out of this place, no one would even remember him.

He couldn't help but think back to a time when times were simpler. He wished to return to his childhood, when he was happier. But something told him it had never been and everything had been, hidden until now. 

The following week, Dr. Hall returned for another session with Sylvester, putting him under hypnosis before addressing him. "Are you there, Ricardo? I'd like to speak with you. Ricardo?"

"Que quieres? What do you want?" Ricardo responded in a bored tone, slouching against the couch before stretching out flat on the surface, his legs dangling over the armrest.

"I'd like to get to know you better," Dr. Hall replied.

"What for?"