Fan Fiction ❯ The Oedipus Theory ❯ Melissa ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Okay this story isn't going to be NC-17 right now, though I'm pretty sure that it might be later, I dunno. This story is going to be kinda wierd and it will involve a lot of talking because it's mainly about Melissa and the psychiatrist. It's about her life and how she got there so it'll seem confusing, but it'll be clearer towards the end... though I haven't gotten anywhere near a second chapter yet


Please bare with me.


This is my story and you can't have it.. I don't think the deranged thoughts from my head could be stolen and put on paper... sometimes I don't even get myself...


Please excuse the spelling and the grammar mistakes, its two in the morning and i'm kinda tired.. meh


The Oedipus theory


By Miztikal-Dragon


Chapter one: Melissa


An man walked into a closed off room, he was in his early forties and his hair had already began to go gray. He was meeting a client, a young girl with a troubled past with no answers, and his job as a psychiatrist was to dig deep into her mind to find the solutions to the problems, the answers to the questions asked.


He had wanted for the appointment to take place in his office, however, Melissa - that was her name, wasn’t in the mood to leave her room, so he would go to her. The ‘nurses’ looked at him sympathetically as they waited outside the doors, they were there in case of an emergency, the patients were never trusted.


Sitting down on the metal chair, he pulled out his note pad and pen from the small brief case he carried and glance over at the said girl. Barely seventeen and her once dark brown hair lay lifelessly over pale skin, it was greasy from lack of bathing, and her skin was an olive color, yet more yellow like from sickness, the girl lacking clean air and sunshine. However, that was expected from where she was now residing, people in her state weren’t allowed outside, it wasn’t safe.


He remembered reading the files on her, he had gone over every last inch to prepare himself, but when he actual sat down and listened to client like her, it was completely different. They all worked for manipulation, they weren’t crazy and they tried to make you believe it, but he couldn’t. No one from the inside was innocent, they all were deranged with a sickened lust for pain and suffering of their victims. They were monsters in human bodies.


Pushing his glasses off the bridge of his nose to where he could better see her laying like a zombie on the small cot, he crossed his legs and settled himself in, one hour was a long time. He cleared his throat and dark brown eyes opened as if their owner had been merely asleep and a small mouth quirked into a smile.


“Good morning doctor,”


“Good morning Melissa.”


“Is it that time already?”


“Yes,” he replied with lack of emotion. “I need to ask you a few questions, do you mind answering them?”


The girl sat up and stared at him, her eyes trying to see through him and into his soul. He had been sure that at one point and time she had been a normal little girl, with dreams of fairy tales, but then again, who knew.


“Of course not,”


“How old are you?”


“You should know already,” she said with amusement in her voice. “It’s on my file.”


“Yes it is Melissa, but I want to hear you say it.”


“I’m Seventeen.”


“How long have you been here at Sunsetview Hospital?”


“Six months.”


“Why were you sent here?”


“A judge ruled that it would be best if I received help from the staff that was here.” Her tone was now filled with boredom as her hands ran along her exposed thigh. “What’s with all the boring questions? I thought you wanted to know about things you didn’t know, things that couldn’t be found on paper.”


“Are you telling me how to do my job Melissa?”


“Oh no why would I do that? I’m just saying that the other man didn’t care for this, he just started in from my childhood.”


“Are you inviting me to ask you about your childhood Melissa?” He asked carefully, she could prove to be a very tricky girl.


“You’re the doctor,” her legs were bent underneath her and her long t-shirt was riding up higher on her adolescent body. “You tell me what to do and I’ll do it… Ask me anything that you want me to answer and I might give you something you don’t already know.”


“Tell me about your mother.”


“But she died when I was six.”


“I’m trying to understand you during that point and time in your life, so indulge me Melissa.”


“I wasn’t there when it happened, but I was told from my father how she died.” The smile left her face and she looked almost angry at him, but frowned as she continued. “My mom didn’t work and she spent most of her time at home, you know the cooking, cleaning part of the job, a housewife if that’s what you wanna call it, but it’s what she did. My daddy said that she had a lot of medical problems, bad health, with her asthma and heart condition she was always on medications. Well I guess she was upstairs cleaning my room and she had an attack. Daddy says that the inhaler in the bathroom wasn’t there and she had tried to go downstairs, but something happened and she fell.’


‘Daddy was the one who came home and found her, he said that she looked like that priest from that one movie where the girl is possessed by the devil. I wasn’t there though, so I dunno the rest.”


“Where were you during this whole thing.”


“I was at the park with Ryan.”


“And who is Ryan?”


He took his vision away from Melissa, the look she was giving him sent a shudder through his body. Writing a few of this thoughts down on the notepad, he felt a chill run up his spin. Glancing back up, he cried out in shock and his pad of paper and pen fell to the ground. Dark eyes glared daggers into him, stabbing his body with an invisible force. If he had been a religious man he would have screamed for an exorcists to be performed as pale hands shot out and grabbed the collar of his shirt and jerked his body forwards.


Her strength was freakish and he could feel the fear building in his body, there was something horribly wrong with this girl and he had underestimated her by more than just a little. The last doctor who had tried to examine her said that she was harmless, and this was far from harmless.


“I don’t want to talk to you anymore,” her voice was low and it was as if she was growling at him with an undirected rage, and if she were a lion she would have torn his body to pieces with her jaws of death.


Her nails were like claws as they grazed against his face and the sweat beaded at his brow, she was dangerous and needed to be locked up in a padded room! She would have gotten more than a small cut from him if the ‘nurses’ hadn’t chosen that exact moment to open the door and walk in. They immediately went to action and grabbed the teenager.


It hadn’t taken long to restrain her, but it did take about three grown men. He however had dashed the moment her body had been pulled away from his, his briefcase and notepad clutched in his hands like his final life line. Tonight he would be opening the emergency bottle of brandy in his desk. There was no way in hell that he was going back into that room with that monster until he had found out more than just the words of another psychiatrist who obviously had been manipulated Melissa.


He needed to fight fire with fire.