Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26373030-20150515201108

This is my very first pasta! So I'm not sure if it's considered cliche or not. I haven't seen many like it apart from Dr.Smiley but even there I think there is a difference. But still all feedback is welcome, preferably constructive criticism but y'know you can absolutley hate on it if you need to. <3 ON TO THE PASTA! *Woosh*

'''*Trigger warning* Depression and suicide is spoke about. If you're uncomftorable with this, please leave now. If not continue at your own risk.'''

 “Patient cured”

Greetings, my name is Edward V. Lysandre however the media has been calling me Doctor V recently. I prefer the name Dr.Variegate, it is most fitting. Variegate is a verb meaning to add colour but that's enough with the English lesson!

I'm not your usual doctor. I was given the name because of my job as a therapist. This is how I received my... subjects... Let me tell you about my favourite story.

It was the evening of the 3rd of September 2011. I was expecting a patient who had booked two weeks prior to our meeting. He had walked into my office and I could see he was scared by my appearance. I can't blame him! When you're 5 foot 9, have bright yellow eyes, skin that looks like you've never seen day light and long white hair. I looked like I had just crawled from under a rock! "Greetings, Mister. B" I said gesturing him to take a seat. He shook his head and walked towards me, he sat down. "So, how may I be of service?" I asked although I was already examining him very closely. It was obvious he was depressed. "Recently I've been feeling like the entire world is against me. I mean literally EVERYONE! My friends, my family, I see people walk past me on the street and laugh or something." I spoke with him for a while; every now and then I would scribble down some notes to help me in his... later appointment... "Perfect" I murmured quietly "Sorry, what?" "Oh nothing!" I grinned. "I suggest you take these tablets and come and see me this time next week. Take the pills every night before bed." "O-Okay, But I don't understand how this is going to help" He stood up and shook my hand "Man, you're hands are cold." He laughed and I joined in. As he was about to open the door I put my hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear "I promise you all of your pain will go away" I whispered with a smirk. He looked at the tablets in his hand confused.

Every night from then on I had been preparing him for the next appointment. I would hack his computer leaving cryptic messages, I filled a red wine bottle up with blood and gave it to him, I killed his girlfriend and put the corpse in his house, after moving to his parents’ house, I broke in and would mess with his mind and physically harass him, until the evening of the 10th of September 2011 when it began.

He walked into my office. He had bags under his eyes and he was pale. He had been slouching and his clothes were dirty. He hasn't shaved in days. "Oh! Mister. B! You look even worse then you did last week, what happened!?" I asked pretending to not know about the constant harassment I had been bringing him. "W-Where do I start? I found my girlfriends corpse in my apartment. I was forced to live in my parents’ house where I was constantly being woken up in the middle of the night with new cuts and bruises on my arms and legs." "Wow... How terrible…" I tried trying not to squirm and the fact he was completely oblivious to the fact it was me. "I just…" I leaned in closer "Just, what?" "I can't take it... Someone or something is out for me..." My famous smile grew on my face. I lowered my voice to a whisper. "What if I could take all of that pain away?" He looked up at me. "W-What do you mean?" I was holding back my laugh "You don't have to deal with all of this... We can end it" He looked shocked at the thought and sat up "What are you suggesting?" "You know exactly what I'm thinking! You can't tell me you haven't thought of it!" "Y-you want me to kill my-" "Oh no, no, no! That would be terrible! I would never tell anyone to kill themselves! That is horrible! However..." I leaned over and spoke directly into his ear. "I can do it for you..." He remained silent for a few minutes until he eventually nodded. I couldn't control myself when I saw that simple nod of the head. I began to shake at the thought of a new subject. I began to whisper again "Come back here tonight at 10. That should give you some time to write your note. Oh and don't tell anyone and don't say ANYTHING about me… You got it?" He stood up facing the floor, in silence; he walked out of the room.

It became 10:15PM and I was kind of concerned that he may have told someone but surely enough he had showed up. They're usually late due to them just being depressed sags walking at their own speed. Then again I can understand. What is the point in rushing when you have a few hours left to live? I put my arm around his shoulder and showed him to my car. We drove for about an hour before we arrived at an abandoned warehouse at the edge of town. "Here we are!" I exclaimed lifting my arms. He didn't reply. Man, I know he's depressed but... He followed me into the building where I gave him glass of water, he looked confused. "Sorry, it's just a tradition of mine. I used to be a Christian. I say it's like a last meal of sorts." He simply shrugged and drank it. My legs became weak again as he fell to the floor in a deep sleep.

He woke up strapped to the steel table, delirious and unaware of his surroundings. "Wakey, wakey!" I playfully said as I stood over him wearing my mask and my old, stitched up lab coat. "W-where am I?" "I didn't think the drugs would affect you that much!" "Drug, Wait... You're going to... I CHANGE MY MIND! I DON'T WANNA DIE!" He began thrashing about which just made my legs fall from underneath me. I couldn’t contain myself. There screams are the best part. I licked my lips and grabbed the biggest surgical knife on the table. I was shaking so much it was hard to make a straight cut down his flesh. The blood began spewing out and he began to scream very loud, however his blood wasn't the crimson red it usually is. It was a rainbow of reds and greens and blues and purples thanks to the scientific qualities of the mask I was wearing which changed the colour particles of the blood. Blood began dribbling off the table I leant down and stuck my tongue underneath the dripping liquid. It tastes best warm. Not as sweet as virgin blood but still… He was now crying which just added to my ecstasy. "PLEASE! IT'S NOT TOO LATE! WE CAN BOTH JUST WALK AWAY FROM HE-" His talking cut into another scream due to me stabbing the surgical knife through his wrist. “No can do..." I was struggling to keep my hands out of my pants let alone talk! "J-JUST DUDE PLEASE JUS-" His begging turned into gargles as he ended up choking on his own bile and blood. I watched his eyes roll into the back of his head. I fell to the floor relieving my body the stress of having to stand atop jelly legs. I let out a deep sigh and smiled that awful smile. "Patient cured..."

My legs are shaking just telling that delicious story. Even now his screams echo through my head. I still have his stomach in a jar somewhere...

I still sit here at this desk. Awaiting my next patient to be cured...  