The doctor settled into his chair, resting his notebook on his knee. After a short pause he glanced across at the patient, who sat on the edge of his chair, rocking slightly in his straight-jacket.
"So, Mr Russell, how are you feeling today?"
The patient continued to stare at the floor, rocking gently.
"Hm, you still don't want to talk about it? We have been doing this for 3 years, now, there must be something that you can remember, that you want to share with me. Tell me. How did it all start?"
The patient suddenly stopped mid rock, and fixed the doctor with a re-eyed, piercing stare.
"You really want me to tell you? You really want to know? I've seen things that no man was ever supposed to see! I know secrets that no man was ever supposed to know! DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO TELL YOU?"
"Yes, Mr Russell", replied the doctor calmly. "Yes, I do!"
A bitter smile crossed the patient's lips.
"I thought I wanted to know, too. Curious at first, I now know that it was only madness that pushed me on. It all started innocently enough. I had heard hints about it - half heard, whispered conversations that would suddenly stop as I drew near. What was the secret, what was the truth? I had to know!"
To be continued....