On my very very first day, I stepped in that dark, room. It looked lik a bad omen. I should have stayed outside.
Why did I stepped in?
The door closed, and I was in.
He was there as well.
It was Silent. Too silent. Silent was louder there more than anything.
I never knew what to do. Not even then.
-My name is Cyrus. Cyrus Von. -with a deep breath, I told my name to him. I shouldn't say this, but I needed the courage to do so.
He finally looked at me. He watched out of his head all day, but finally, he looked at me. He was always like an absence of light. Dark hair, rather say it's black with his mesmerizing eyes. I would like to say he was pretty, but no.
He was like a painting.
And a painting shouldn't be pretty. It should look like to make you feel something. And I did, moreover, I still do feel something.
What is this feeling? I apologize, but I can't describe it. If you will feel it one day, you will know what I have talked about.
He broke the silent after my introduction.
-...And I believe you already know my name. It's Damien. Damien Relish. -With a calm, cold voice, he glanced at me. His eyes had no life in it. He was like a body without a soul.
It's my job to help him. To be his savior.
I didn't tell you this before...But I'm a psychiatrist.
Is everything clear now?
A month before, a small hut and a boy.
A murderer. A victim. Blood.
These were the most popular keywords on social media.
That boy was sitting infront of me. On that very old and used hospital bed. He looked fragile.
It was really him?
I pourred a cup of tea for us. I couldn't allow us to use glass cups because of the rules. It was a fragile paper cup.
Fragile like him.
-You know, I will not ask you useless questions like "how are you feeling today?" I don't believe it would solve anything.
But...I ask something else instead. Would you let this day be the day One, or let it stay as one day? -I watched as he just held the paper cup. He waited for an answer from it maybe.
-Day One, huh? If you says so. -he closed his eyes and lied back on his bed.
-I take this as our first day then. You know, someone may tell the story of today to their family or friends... And I'm sure it's not a horror story. -I smiled gently and took another sip of the cup.
-Would you... Let me feel peace? -He finally looked at me.
-It's my lifegoal to you feel peace. I here to make that peace come true.
-Hmm...What do you think would bring peace uppon me? -a question. How should I answer...-I thought as he looked at me for an answer.
-Let's find that out together.
-Doctor. I don't believe you understand me. My world is not here.
I looked at him, and we both paused for a moment.
I know what he means. I was like him. That's why I became a psychiatrist. I'm a bit selfish you know? I just want to believe helping others would make me forget myself..