The fall of Phoenix

Chapter I

By the way, do you ever feel like someone is following or supervising you?

I was asked by the highest paid psychiatrist of a mental hospital. I thought I didn't belong there, but they still dragged me to this shed, thinking I belonged to others. I looked the man in the eye for a long time and noticed a short but very strong ray of fear.

"What are you afraid of, sir? My bloody lips or the passionate laughter that often comes to me for no reason?"

I expected him to respond immediately. Well-paid people like him always find a good excuse. But instead of an answer, there was only an unpleasant silence. Not knowing how to interrupt her, I decided to answer his question.

- Yes, sir, very often. But that feeling doesn't scare me at all. I actually feel really powerful knowing that someone is watching me, guarding me, because I know he doesn't want to hurt me.

The expert wrote down my answers in his notebook and would stop at any minute to adjust his glasses.

- All right, you're free. Let's talk now about drugs you started taking.

That's where I interrupted him. I got up from that chair full of unfinished conversations and went out through the same door,through which I entered, although with the wish that they would do something smart. The doctor was sitting at a table in a leather armchair and a jacket sewn to his measurements. While my chair was a classic, wooden, wobbly, school chair with no more role. A good old friend stopped me in the hospital hallway. We hadn't seen each other in years but I still remembered the smell of a crumbling trailer in which he had spent half his life. He held out his hand to me and after we said goodbye to each other, he headed back to his room. I was really interested in why he ended up in hell like this and why, after all this time, it never occurred to him to call his childhood friend.