Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

The Devil Behind The Mask

Caspian_Rourke
7
chs / week
The average realized release rate over the past 30 days is 7 chs / week.
--
NOT RATINGS
48
Views
Synopsis
Sometimes we wonder what really goes on in the head of others, their thoughts, feelings and emotions... But sometimes, what we think we know isn't always the right thing

Table of contents

VIEW MORE

Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

In the quiet city of Ravenswood, the sun rose, painting the skyline with soft hues of pink and gold as the city slowly came to life. It filtered through the blinds of Dr. Caspian Rourke's office, casting slender, golden lines across his polished mahogany desk, illuminating the plethora of awards and certificates which adorned his office walls.

The morning air, filled with the fragrance of blooming lavender flowers, drifted through his office window, while the birds sang a harmonious melody as he sat in his high-backed leather chair, eyes closed, savoring this moment of tranquility before the day began.

The quiet hum of the city slowly waking up and the chirping of birds provided a comforting backdrop to his clouded mind, temporarily lifting the weight of his responsibilities. 

To those who knew him, Dr. Caspian Rourke was a figure of immense respect and admiration, renowned both as a professor of psychology and as a practicing clinician. His ingenuity, insight and unmatched ability to guide his students through the fascinating maze known as the human mind were well-known through the university.

At his clinic, he helped people seeking solace from their inner demons. Although his methods were sometimes unconventional, they were celebrated for their high level of effectiveness. Patients left his clinic feeling lighter, their burdens lifted, and their path to healing illuminated.

A soft knock on his door brought Caspian back to reality. Dr. Douglas, his rash and abrasive colleague, stepped in, a playful glint in his eyes. His laid-back attitude and usual appearance donning an unkempt hair and casual clothing masked his intelligence and proficiency in psychology, he was the opposite of Caspian in every way.

"Hey, wake up... You have a class in five minutes. Stop dreaming," Douglas said with a grin, leaning casually against the door frame.

"Thanks, Doug. I'll handle it," Caspian replied, offering a brief smile as he prepared for the days work.

Caspian gathered his notes and made his to the lecture hall. The atmosphere buzzing with anticipation and excitement as students filled the seats, eager to learn from their esteemed Professor. Caspian's lectures were always captivating, a mixture of deep psychological insights and engaging storytelling.

As he began his lecture on abnormal psychology, Caspian's voice filled the room, commanding attention as the students settled into their seats eager to learn.

"The human mind is a labyrinth of secret and lies, yet also one of wonder and mystery," he began, pausing briefly to let his words sink in. His eyes surfing through the lecture room before he continued, "And sometimes... The most dangerous lies are the ones we tell ourselves." A collective shiver ran down the spines of his students.

The students were captivated, hanging on to his every word. Caspian thrived in these moments, the center of attention, his mind sharp and focused. He posed questions, encouraged discussions, and challenged the students to think critically.

After the lecture, a few students approached him with questions, but one student, Emily, with her curly honey-brown hair and striking sky-blue eyes stood out in particular due to her keen interests and insightful questions.

She had a high level of curiosity which Caspian found intriguing, she always came prepared, her journal filled with thoughtful questions and insightful notes.

"Professor Rourke, your lecture today was fascinating. I'm particularly interested in the case studies used during the lecture. Maybe we could discuss them sometime?" Emily asked, her eyes bright with enthusiasm.

Caspian was interested in mentoring her, appreciating her dedication and curiosity. "Of course, Emily. I appreciate your display of enthusiasm. How about we meet up some time next week when my schedule clears up to go over them in detail?" Caspian replied, genuinely pleased with her interest...

As the students dispersed, Caspian made his way to his car and drove to his clinic, ready for a day of therapy sessions. His first patient, Mrs Dickens, was already waiting. She was a quiet woman in her late forties, still grieving the recent loss of her husband.

"Good morning, Mrs Dickens. Please come in and have a seat," Caspian said, with a bright smile on his face.

Mrs Dickens eyes were red and puffy from crying. "Thank you, Dr. Rourke. I don't know how to go on without him. He was everything to me."

Caspian listened with genuine empathy, allowing her to express her grief. "It's natural to feel incomplete after such a significant loss. Grieving is a process, and it's different for everyone. What matters is how we handle it."

As Mrs Dickens poured out her heart, he listened while his mind briefly wandered off, thinking about the structure of the human mind and how easy it is to manipulate. He brushed these thoughts aside, instead focusing on offering words of comfort and encouragement and recommending practical steps to help her navigate her grief. By the end of the session, Mrs Dickens looked at Caspian with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability.

"For a young man, you have a way of understanding people that's almost... Uncanny." she said softly.

"Thank you, Dr. Rourke. Talking to you has given me a bit of hope," she said, her voice trembling.

"You're welcome, Mrs Dickens. Remember, you're not alone in this. We'll get through this together." Caspian assured her.

As the day progressed with a steady stream of patients, each one with a testament to Caspian's expertise and empathy. He listened, advised, and comforted, all the while maintaining the calm and professional demeanor that had earned him his reputation.

The satisfaction he derived from his work was a constant reminder of why he chose this path.

As evening fell, Caspian was exhausted but content, another day of helping people overcome what ails them filled him with a sense of achievement. He locked the door to his clinic and made his way to his car, the city's light twinkling as the veil of darkness covers it.

Driving through the streets, he allowed himself a moment of reflection. His life as a psychologist was what he had crafted with care, a testament to his desire to help others.

As he brought the car to a halt and walked into his lavish home, he thought about the patients and students he would see the next day and the ones he met today, each one a reminder of the impact he could have on their lives. Nothing fulfilled his heart more than helping the people and saving them from their demons…