TITLE: Mind Rift
GENRE: YA Thriller
“Olivia didn’t have to die.”
The shrinks beady eyes and hooked nose reminded Carly of a mad scientist waiting to dissect his dead patient. He scratched his nose as he leaned back in his chair, smug after she finally revealed the guilt she’d been having for the past four years. He’d told her it was survivor’s guilt, common in trauma patients. Yeah, like that made her feel any better. “I remember the yellow spring dress she was wearing and the ribbons in her hair, but I can’t remember who killed her.”
“You’ve repressed your memories. It’s not uncommon in patients diagnosed with—“
“I know this already,” she snapped. She’d been coming to see Dr. Mason for two years. Before Mason it was Dr. Scruggs and before him was Dr. Malenki. Diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder meant she suffered from guilt, guilt, and more guilt which included the need to dream about it every night and not have many friends. It meant keeping everyone at a distance while trying to pretend she was normal.
But Carly didn’t have post-traumatic stress. The “post” part totally bombed the diagnosis because the killer was still out there. But she was okay with the diagnosis if it let Dr. Mason feel better.
Carly was a head-case. Was that a diagnosis?
She thought Dr. Mason had fallen asleep with his eyes open, glaring at her, until he spoke again. “How’s school going?”
Do you know where you’re going to apply for college?”