NYC Psychiatric Care: A Short Story

NYC Psychiatric Care, New York ¨Hi Bryan, how are you feeling?” I gazed out the window ignoring his question. I knew exactly how I was feeling, confused, frustrated, anxious. I started getting the visions one month after my 17th birthday and the strength a week after that. I knew I was gonna go crazy one day but I never imagined it would be this soon. He reached out to tap my shoulder ¨Bryan, how are yo-¨

¨I’m fine.¨ I interrupted, but no matter how long I tell myself that, I know I’m not alright. “It’s just that…” I hesitated, “ It’s just that I see them. “
“The people?” asked the psychiatrist.
“Yah, I hear them too.” I mumbled. “ They need my help. I don’t know how to explain but…” I searched for a way to put it, “ It feels too real to
Why can’t I be like a normal 18 year old? Go to college, get a girlfriend and a car? All of the sudden, I fell to my knees and pain jolted up my spine. Within seconds my head began bursting into agony and my hands started to find their way to my temples. I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped that the pain would disappear. The pain went away and when I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the psych ward. I stood in the center of a circular building. The ceiling was built higher and by the look of the ATM’s, I assumed it was a bank. Everyone in the building was crouched down on the floor, scared.I followed their gaze to a man beside me with a gun in his hand. The look on his face was cold and his hands were shaky. Even though you couldn’t read his face you could read his eyes and they were filled with concern. The robber may have been just as scared as the hostages. I walked toward him and reached for the gun, “ Hey, buddy let’s not make any decisions we regr-” , my hand went through the gun. No one heard me or saw me, not even the gunman. I had then realized I was having a “vision”. “ Snap out of it, Bryan.” I pinched the side of my arm, hoping I would wake up from this nightmare. A little man with darker skin and a tag that said “Raj” on it. He held his hands up to show the gunman he meant no harm. “You don’t want to do this” Raj stated trying to reason with the
“I think I have…” I searched for a way to put it, “I think I have powers.” I expected him to start dying laughing or take me back to the phsychward but he just stood there smiling.
“About time,” he began, “I’ve been waiting to tell you for quite some time now.”
“Tell me what?” Am I a superhero or something? What’s going on?
“Your father spent years working for the FBI to make a top secret military weapon.”
“What kind of weapon?”
“One that looked like a human but was not a human in the inside.”
“After several months, he came up with a serum. The serum genetically modified the human’s DNA to make the human have abnormal strength, visions of unnatural deaths before they happened, and laser vision.” I thought back the time when my neighbors jack broke. The car had fallen down on his legs and the two men alone couldn’t help him. The car was to heavy. “Dad, let me help.”
“No Bryan, it’s too heavy for you.” I sighed.
“Dad, I promise I can help.” I pleaded.
“Bryan, just go call 911.” I went inside and dialed 911, when I was done I walked back out.
My dad looked at our neighbor helping him get the car off, “On the count of three, One…Two…Thre-“ I lifted the car off the man and they dragged him out from underneath