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calendar, it’s a damn different day, and I know that it shouldn’t be!”
    Now Cody was shaking as he wrapped his arms around himself in what appeared to be a futile attempt to calm down. This gave Dr. Cruson the signal that it was time to abort the session.
    “Cody, how about we take a break? It is approaching lunch time, so let’s get a bite to eat, and then perhaps–”
    “Ask your questions. I know you. The only time you end a session early is when you think a person is fucked up; I’m not. Ask your questions.”
    With those words, Sylvia finally stopped writing to look at Kelly and Dr. Cruson. Kelly looked as though she was witnessing a horrific accident. Dr. Cruson, however, was wearing a very slight smile. One of the ways he had built rapport with the boy had been to let him speak as freely as he pleased during their sessions, and his latest remark reminded him of the boy he had first met, instead of the one he had been seeing for the past six months.
    “Very well. How about you tell me the last memory you can recall before days stopped making sense to you.”
    “Before days stopped making sense…”
    Cody’s brow furrowed as he gave the task his full concentration. Then, almost instantaneously, his eyes widened in recognition before he collapsed to his knees, holding his head.
    “Oh God, why did you have to ask that? Out of all the things to ask, you asked that. You’re killing me, Doc. You’re killing me,” he said while crying.
    Completely thrown off his game by the reaction, Dr. Cruson quickly changed the topic, all the while silently cursing himself for not aborting the session as he initially intended.
    “Forget that I asked that. Let’s focus on your most recent memory. You said that you last remember going online. What did you do while you were online?” he asked with his voice slightly strained. Cody was still clutching his head, but his hysterical sobbing was abating.
    “I searched the internet and did some writing,” he said, sounding exhausted.
    “This writing that you were doing, is it something that you do often?” Dr. Cruson asked, remembering the footage he had seen. Never before in any of their sessions to date had Cody mentioned any writings, but the crazed way he had typed on the film made them a topic of interest to the psychologist.
    “I write every day,” Cody said slowly with suspicion.
    “Interesting, I never knew that. Writing is often a great window into one’s thoughts and emotions. Please, tell me a bit about your writings.”
    Instead of answering, Cody turned narrowed eyes towards his mother, whose presence he had largely ignored up until then.
    “You’ve been talking to Sean, haven’t you?” he asked with disgust.
    “What–”
    “Admit it! Sean is the only one that knows I keep an online journal. It’s private and I’ve had it for years without anyone knowing about it, now all of a sudden Cruson is asking about online writing? That’s bullshit, and you know it! Sean, what the hell man? Did you give her my password, too?” Cody ranted, while Kelly was still whirling from going from being an innocent bystander to being interrogated.
    “Cody, I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about. Sean didn’t tell me anything. I didn’t know about your journal until you just told me.”
    “You’re lying! Why do you always have to do that? Why do you take everybody away from me? Do you really hate me that much? I know that I wasn’t planned, and was never what you wanted, but I tried. I tried so hard, and loved you so much, but it was never enough. I’m never enough for you to love me,” Cody said through sobs.
    Completely at a loss, Kelly swiftly approached her son, and then crouched beside his kneeling form.
    “Cody, where the hell did you get that idea?” she asked, while also crying, “I love you more than anything in this world, including life itself. I would do anything for you, which is why I’m here with you. You have to listen to me.