“I’m sorry but your name is not on the appointment list, you should reschedule with my assistant.” Adam scanned through the list once more, but the girl’s name was not there.
These were the side effects of opening his psychiatrist studio at home; people may just come inside and expect to have a session without appointment. But at least he could have more time for his kids, Josh and Matt, who started developing concerning attitudes; Josh was starting to surpass the limit of his rebelliousness and Matt was always quite, too quite, and isolating himself.
He didn’t want his kids to be too exposed to his patients. But despite his efforts in keeping them away, especially Josh, they always seemed to peek behind the door whenever they had the chance.
“I’m not your patient” Adam glanced to the girl, still sitting on the sofa. He still couldn’t explain how his assistant, Vicky, let her in without informing him first. When he got inside, she was sitting there, hands on laps, long loose blond hair. Her serious expression made him doubt they age her body showed. She had no shoes, which might mean she was someone from the neighbourhood.
“Then how can I help you?”
“I have a message to deliver.”
Adam saw many patient, different patients, with different problems. Some believed to hear the devil talking to them, others believed they heard God himself. Others had problems with their fathers, mothers, brothers. All though, had always a message to deliver. Adam took his pen as he glanced at the wall clock; he had half an hour anyway.
“From who? Adam asked taking notes.
She simply pointed up. Adam took notes.
“Who gave you this message in specific?”
The girl’s expression hardened. “Don’t analyze me, I’m not your patient.”
“Very well,” Adam said noticing this route wouldn’t help him.
“What is the message?” he asked.
“Don’t help her.”
“Why?”
“Because she is not who you might think she is.”
Adam frowned trying to decode the message and the girl.
“It will only harm everyone.” She added.
The room was silent except for the tic toc of the clock. Adam took notes with many question marks. As far as he knew, she wasn’t clear. Which might mean she either wasn’t ready to give the full message or is currently testing him. All he knew a girl, other than her, was supposed to come and ask for help. And he should deny it, for the greater good.
“If I don’t have more information, how could I recognize the girl?” Adam tried to tempt her into giving more information. And he was succeeding; the girl was clearly considering his question as plausible.
“She is not human.”
“An Angel?” Adam asked presuming whoever gave her the message was connected to this girl he shouldn’t help.
“She is the devil’s daughter.”
Of course, Adam thought, whoever gave her the message would make sure he wouldn’t help the enemies. Adam continued to take notes. Despite the fact that everything seemed so vague, it was getting clearer.
“Why are you taking notes, I told you I’m not your patient.” The girl suddenly said.
“Just a reminder.”
“You don’t believe me”
Adam took a deep breath, “I believe,” he started, “that you might also need help.”
“I knew you wouldn’t understand, in fact, I voted to kill you.”
Adam raised an eyebrow. Treats were custom, but they were usually accompanied by anger, not calmness.
“Why don’t you,” he said referring to her and apparently Angels, “stop her coming to me.”
“We tried and failed.”
The girl stood up and went over to Adam who remained seated.
“I will make you believe.” she said, “And you will always remember her name.”
“What’s her name?”
“Usha” she said, putting a hand on his head.
Then, they were gone.
