“Then I started hearing voices,” Jim told Dr. Betsy.

He felt like a crazy person, hearing voices arguing in his head, Jim didn’t know what else to do. It was lucky Dr. Betsy Stein was able to squeeze him in.

Writing in a note pad she picked up off her desk, “What are they saying to you?

“Nothing violent,” Jim leaned forward on the couch. “Just two voices arguing over me. Sometimes they make fun of me.”

“Why do you think that is?”

Jim shook his head, “I don’t no. Cause I’m a mess? Cause I can’t commit to anything?” his voice rising.

He thought about Tammy. How could he just let her walk away without fighting for her? She was the best thing that ever happened to Jim, He knew she wanted to get married, but every time she brought it up Jim got afraid and avoided the subject.

Jim took a deep breath and calmly said, “Thanks doc. I have to go,” and walked out the door to go find Tammy.

Published by authorjturley

R James started writing bad poetry in his mid-30's. While taking a couple writing courses he wrote short stories with interesting characters. R James has been published in, Creepies 2: Things that go Bump in the Closet, Deviant Shadows: Tales of the Parabnormal, among others. R James got sick of the northern winters, and writes from the sunshine state, where the sun sets into the Gulf of Mexico.

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