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Chap 18: [ATWL] - Ria (3)
When I woke up, I saw Thang sitting by the bed. I slept for a few hours and broke my right arm, my head was bandaged, my body was scratched. Someone nice took my phone to the nearest number, but was not kind enough to return my belongings. Or it's two different people.
I feel guilty for bothering you, and even more guilty when I can't help but bother. My phone and bank card are both lost, my parents forgot, and I don't have any closer friends. It's awful.In the afternoon, I borrowed Thang's phone to arrange work and call my parents. Same question, same answer, same advice.- Do you mind if I don't tell my parents about the accident and leave you here to take care of me? - I ask.- I will too. Far away. – Thang replied.Turns out it wasn't just me. Maybe the young people far from home are all like that? We talk every day, but don't mention important things, so we can't say anything new but side questions and small jokes, hide sad stories with half-false and half-trueRelated chapters
Soul Therapy Clinic Chap 19: [ATWL] - Ria (4)
I don't know how long it's been, but I've come to my senses. By the call of parents.I raised my head, saw my parents running over, didn't need to find out the situation, but hugged me and said it's okay, my parents are here. Then all three of us burst into tears.I don't know how long I was stunned by that thesis, because it took me a day and night by train to go through many stops. I also don't know which side suggested that my parents stay in the hospital to take care of me. My mother cooks mushroom porridge, and my father makes young chicken custard for me. The two of them kept regretting that they were in a hurry to bring me home food, and lamented that the quality of vegetables and meat in this city was terrible, no wonder I was getting thinner and thinner outside. It's not the right time, but I'm happy. How happy it feels to be a child protected by parents again.Rainy days still cover this city. This hospital is quite old. Everywhere there was an old musty t
Soul Therapy Clinic Chap 20: [ATWL] - Ria (5)
And then I stood up, my throat still with the feeling of being plowed through by the flames.What caught my eye was a pair of hazel eyes with rays so clear that they could see through the eyes of the other person and read all the emotions in them, sucking their souls. But I was not surprised. In these eyes I felt a strange sense of familiarity and security.- Ria, did you sleep well? - The owner of the eyes said, the corners of his lips curved up very slightly. I don't know who he is, but I know I used to know him. I've known him for a long time.He was surprised to hear that I didn't remember anything, but it was very mild. He said it was only temporary amnesia due to the D.E system having a slight bump while I was entering the virtual world, and we will wait two weeks to see if the situation improves.Virtual world, a phrase as light as a feather.My sadness, my confusion, my panic, my inner torment, just summed it up. Not paranoid, but virtual. - So before
Soul Therapy Clinic Chap 21: [ATWL] - Ria (6)
I'm standing in front of the big screen. The picture of a small family in it is so cozy. Yesterday was the child's birthday, the whole family of three were gathering to blow out the candles.Miss my parents so much.Suddenly, not the time, but my mind only had that thought, miss my parents so much.Remember the gentle eyes, the warm voice, the loving arms. Remember the mushroom porridge, remember the custard, remember the hot meals, remember the potato buried in the corner of the kitchen. Remember the busy days harvesting potatoes, cutting banana flowers, feeding the geese, washing the pigsty, remembering the nights when we gathered under the lights to clean the rice tray, watch TV together, I would clean their ears and pull out their gray hair. Human life is indeed a chain of devaluation, when… but no, it's not true, it's because people never know enough. When in the wagon, I could not feel the speed of the car. When you are in happiness, you never know how happy you are.
Soul Therapy Clinic Chap 22: [ATWL] - Ria (7)
Okay, I count from five to one, wake up.Five…Four…Three…Two…One…Cup.I opened my eyes again and was met with bright hazel eyes. It took a few seconds to remember that he wasn't Rio, or at least, not the genius scientist Rio. He is a psychologist who commented that I should see a doctor in my Reddit post, who told my story to Thang, and co-ordinator of treatment. It seems that they are still very close, before he vehemently accused me of intentionally killing Thang (I don't have any memory of it, only heard from them), but now he is trying to convince convince the police that a mental patient like me would not be held criminally responsible by my full treatment notes and numerous recordings. Obviously, Thang had secretly recorded it. Every moment he and I are together. Even though I knew it, I was still a little flustered. Oh, medical. Neurologist, psychiatrist, psychologist. Their academic network is huge. Big but tight.Rio got into some trouble for no
Soul Therapy Clinic Chap 23: [1001 NIGHTS] (1)
- Hello, congratulations on passing the psychological and general health test. The Experiment will start at 00:00 on November 7 and end at 00:00 on November 17. Press the “2” key if you decide to continue participating in the Experiment.- Beep.- Please enter the address, at 22:00 on November 6, our car will pick you up to the experimental site.----------- Welcome to the Depression Experiment, with the aim of developing an application to experience depression to sympathize and find solutions to treat and motivate patients.The experiment will last for ten days, you will play the role of a depressed patient living in her situation, experiencing ten depressive symptoms in turn. Please note:First, the patient's life can be extremely difficult and paranormal, due to the heavy effects of depression and hallucinations. The experimenter will have to deal with an intense desire to commit suicide.Two, the experimental world can provide extr
Soul Therapy Clinic Chap 24: [THE TWIN SISTER]
I am Donald. Because of this name, I often dream that I transform into a duck wearing a blue sailor shirt and no pants. Coincidentally, the dream of not wearing pants represents deep shame, deep hurt, or subconscious anxiety. Does this coincidence mean anything?I am Donald. I am a psychiatrist. I have a secret that seems to be turning me into a psychopath. It all started when someone contacted me who wanted to buy the old house my family lived in until I was five years old, before moving to the big city. Both of my parents had gone abroad to attend conferences, and I was reluctant to take the responsibility of showing people the house. I opened the gate, looked at the garden, hired a plumber to clean and decorate a bit first, it didn't look too bad.I was very afraid of this house, never returned, but every few years I dream that I unconsciously walk in in the mist and enter. The yellow oil lamp flickered overhead, swaying back and forth, causing a long shadow to fall
Soul Therapy Clinic Chap 25: [THE CINNAMON SCENT]
The first time I smelled it, I thought it was a pleasant scent. A soft, warm, pungent, slightly acidic scent that drifts in the wind. It is unlike any perfume in the world, very natural, easy to make people relax, also very familiar.Maybe it was the scent of the Rain God. Every time it rains, that scent comes. On the street, in the supermarket, in the bookstore, in the coffee shop, at home, that gentle scent pervades every corner of my world.But on a white rainy day, when icy water molecules wafting through the air amplified that scent, it started to make me feel uneasy. On the old stone stairs, in the midst of a crowd of colorful umbrellas, as soon as that very light scent passed, I was pushed back by a hand. That hand was very hot. I tumbled downhill. I hugged my head and rolled on each slick, sharp, cold, visceral visceral like being crushed by a roller, and in the afterglow, I still saw that red umbrella upstream, quickly leaving my sight. . My head is buzzing every
Soul Therapy Clinic Chap 26: THE MAGIC LAMP
“This lamp, some people say it is a wish-fulfilling magic lamp, others say it is just an old, useless lamp. Miracle or not, is from the heart of each person.”The magic lamp was inherently a fantasy. And yet this person didn't even add any magic to convince people to buy.It's even more absurd that I bought it. Rubbing all sorts of things doesn't make any move, it's a scam. In times of dire straits, people do illogical things. Not because of faith, just because of hope. Clinging to hope, even if it's something illusory, is better than despair.I stared blankly out of the old glass window in front of me, at the branches that protruded from my withered body.The bell woke me up from my wandering thoughts. It's time now.I walked down the street with my cano, looking at the dry roots of despair that surrounded them.There is no one who does not have, more or less, no matter what expression they are showing on their faces, happy or sad, laughi
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