Eyes Closed

The room was empty lacking any vibrant color with chairs lined against the wall, in the middle of the room there were white chairs, there was also chairs lined against the wall facing each other at each end there were side tables with magazines. There was a desk at the end of the room next to the entry door, a small woman sat in front the computer screen typing. The door to her right opened a man came out with glasses short and stubby walking to the only exit door to the street. A few minutes went by and the small woman got up

“Mr.Eirelbaid?”

“Yes?” he replied

“Dr.Lubowitz is ready to see if you could follow me. I will take you to her.”

He got up and followed the woman to the door they went down a long hall, she stopped and stood in front of the door and turned around.

“Right here, Good Luck”

He turned to his left and went into the room; there was a bookcase to the left of the room and a couch in the middle of the room. He sat down on the couch and studied the room, Dr.Lubowitz came in the room.

“Hello Mr.Eirelbaid, Im Dr.Lubowitz it’s nice to meet you. It's your first time here.”

“Yes” he replied nonchalantly

“What brings you here?”

He stopped and stared at Dr.Lubowitz, the room was silent; you could hear the clock ticking on the wall

“We can always talk when you are ready, take the sessions within in time if you are not comfortable with talking to me now” Dr. Lubowitz said

He paused for a minute then slowly opened his mouth “Sometimes I feel like everything is a waste, that nothing exists, that I am battling a endless cycle of nothingness waiting for a shell of myself to redeem the sins of my past.”

“Mr. Erelba-”

“Zane”

“Zane, why do you feel like that.”

“My wife irritates me now I am not so quite sure why, our daughters … our daughters becoming teenagers and they don’t really know or understand the reality of life. My wife can’t handle them and I’m looked at as being too extreme.”

“Too extreme?” Dr. Lubowitz questioned

“I take their things put restrictions on everything, there are consequences to bad behavior.”

“How would you define their bad behavior” asked Dr.Lubowitz

“Does it matter?”

“I would assume it does in your notes to book an appointment you said that your wife wanted you to seek help for your tactics.” The room went silent again “Tell you what maybe we can came back to that later, maybe we can talk about something else? Maybe your parents? What were they like?” Dr. Lubowitz asked

“My Mother and father are nice they visit us, they are good people made sure I had the best education did the best that I could, very supportive. My father could never hurt a fly.. Literally he would capture flys and let them back outside. My Mother was a pillar of the community, everyone loved her and her flower garden.”

“You talk about them like objects, did you love them?”

“I don’t know” Zane said

“What was school like?”

“School was … the same as everyone else …. mostly, I was in the science club and I played lacrosse.”

“Were you the only child Zane?”

“No, I have siblings. There are three of us.”

“What was your relationship like with them.” Dr.Lubowitz said

“We are ….. triplets. Mom and Dad made sure the house was kept, that we were taken care of, we were watched by a nanny but she mostly let us play with each other, we played a lot dangerous games.”

“What do you mean by dangerous games?” Dr. Lubowitz asked

“We had a family pet, our neighbor accidently killed our cat and brought it to us to bury and after that we became obsessed with death.... We tried to find ways to feel pain being sheltered it easy for us to go in that dark corner.”

Dr.Lubowitz wrote in her notepad and looked up to Zane staring back at her “Do you feel like your parents although they loved you should have been more realistic about life?”

“I read somewhere you pick a partner like your parent. Sometimes my wife is just too happy like my parents, they all act as if they are all whole. Like there isn’t anything missing.” Zane said blandly

“Do you feel like you are broken?”

Zane cowered his head down and began sobbing “I feel that way about everyone and I don’t know how to stop it, my daughters should be allowed to be happy, my wife, my family. I don’t know why I cant put this feeling deep down inside”

“You referred to yourself as shell, a low level of attention, absent mindedness, alexithymia like not having words for emotions. You seem to have a problem with emotions.” Dr.Lubowitz said

Zane lifted his head up, his face was wet. “Is this how you talk to your children?”

“Excuse me?”

“Tell me Dr.Lubowitz when your son murdered that little brother, how did psycho analyze him?”

“How … How do you even know that?” Voice shaking “You should not know that”

Zane smirked “Why would I not know that.” he said pointedly

“I mean you should have known when every pet you all had died within a day and that time he stuck a nail in your neighbors husband foot.”

“IS THAT HOW YOU KNOW DID THEY TELL YOU?!” Dr.Lubowitz said

“One could only wish, you asked my parents let's talk about yours, your father cheated on your Mother, your Mother ran over his mistress but she could not keep her hands off you. Every night when she was drunk; pulling grabbing your hair, locking you in the closet, tying your hands, taping your mouth. Oh the thingss she let people do to you.” Zane said

“I think you should leave” Dr. Lubowitz said

“Do you remember what your Father said to you when you went to spend that long spring break with him? Hmm?” Zane asked “Well I do ‘Women should be quiet protect their home and listen they’re only good for a list of things and you and your Mother were my mistake’ Interesting”

Dr.Lubowitz stood and whipped over to her desk and grabbed her gun in the top left side of her drawer, she pointed it at Zane “GET OUT OR I WILL SHOOT”

Zane laughed his eyes turned black; he got up and studied the books on the bookcase “I can tell you now that .. that will not work, so when did you get the gun after you gave that piece of ‘advice’ to that patient whose sister came to kill you”

Hands shaking “What are you? You shouldn’t know those things about me or my life”

“What I am doesn’t matter to you, I go by many names and many things”

“Do you .. Do you even have a wife or kids?”

“You are standing in front of someone whose eyes shifted in front of you and that’s what you are worried about. Typical” Zane said

“ANSWER ME!”

“My family exist … They are just you know like me.”

The air in the room got cold, books levitated into the air and the room went dark. When the lights came back on, he was closer to Dr. Lubowitz staring into her eyes. Dr.Lubowitz shot him in the shoulder and it was no affect on him. She felt this pain in her shoulder where she shot him, she grabbed her shoulder and was shocked by the blood and hole in her shoulder. Dr.Lubowitz looked up voice shaking “This .. isn’t... possible … This cant be possible”

Zane let a small laugh and waved his hand over his shoulder his bullet wound was gone and clothes clean. Dr Lubowitz looked shocked, she examined his shoulder and his but her shoulder was still bleeding.

“Whatever you do to me happens to you, you know I wasn’t wrong when you have a different outlook on situations things could be different. You could have saved a lot of people if you would have realized that your son was the problem and you were the solution.” Zane said

“NO!” she fired her gun three more times at Zane, when she stopped she looked down she seen the bullet wounds in her body she looked up in fear, dropped her gun, and fell to the floor. Zane walked over to her body and watched her still alive “It was nice chatting with you Dr. Rain Lubowitz, little sunflower, I will see you again sometime.” Zane stood up turned around out the door, he passed the small woman at the desk told her good bye and left.