You worked at a known mental hospital somewhere in your area. Currently, you were getting ready to head to a patients room, Nick. He’s mentally insane. Crazy, even.

You and Nick were in a white room, as you sat across from him.

Nicks tall figure, clothed in blank white, sat before you too. His back was leaned against the chairs backrest, looking at you as he explains to you about his obsessive personality.

“When did this start?” You asked, tapping your pen over your chart.

“My obsession? Just recent.” He answered, making you feel glad that he was responsible, “it’s about a girl I met.” He leaned his head back, as a small but skeptical smile appears on his lips.

“I’ve only gotten crazier each day I see her. To see her come to me is so mesmerizing.”

“Mhm, who is she?” You asked, listing down everything he said.

You felt uncomfortable due to the sudden silence embracing the two of you.

Suddenly he walked up to you, grabbing your chart and threw it across the room, his hand traces the side of your clothed thigh.

you looked up at him, seeing his eerie smirk.

“She’s right in front of me, my sweet.”