His well knitted delusion

“Rose, how are you today?” The psychiatrist, Mrs Linen asked as she pulled out the chair oppositely facing her. Rose shrugged a nonchalant shrug, lips chapped and silently breathing aloud. “Okay, have you eaten yet?” She asked, gently as she pulled out her notepad and pen. Rose watched her hands move as she shook her head in response. “How was your day so far?” She asked, looking up at Rose inspecting her above the rim of her glasses. She shrugs again in emotionless response. “Do you want to talk to me about anything-it could be anything at all dear. How about what you liked about your day so far?” The psychiatrist asked in a desperate feeble attempt to get Rose to open up about something. Rose has been in the psych ward for about two years and six months, and has not spoken a word to anyone. Her emotional conditioning was one to be reckoned with. She was as emotionless as a hallow floorboard. All she ever did, in response, was nod, shrug or shake her head in disagreement. “Rose sweetie i need you to talk to me, or else they won’t allow me to help you.” Rose looked at Mrs Linen suspiciously, her eyes narrowed as Mrs Linen starred back at her with a desperate sincerity. Rose shook her head, she didn’t believe her. They all wanted to hurt her, all of them, that’s what Father told her. If she spoke, they will hurt her and her Father. Her sweet father who loved her so much, she mustn’t speak or else they’d hurt him. She must be quiet like a good little girl so Father can roar with praise and hold her they way he does, so gently and warm. “Rose, i need you to trust me, i am here to help you.” Rose merely starred at her like a brain dead porcelain doll. Rose had an eerie supernatural beauty about her, an alternative kind that held mystery and a dark sexuality about her. No wonder her father did what he did, Mrs Linen thought gravely, even in her worst condition the girl’s beauty was still prevalent in every sense of the word. After an hour of devoting silence Mrs Linen had almost given up, until a light bulb went off. “You know my father used to buy me ice cream when i was young. Did your’s ever do that?” Mrs Linen asked lowly. Rose looked at her for a moment and nodded her head in agreement. “That is lovely. What else did your father do for you?How about i tell you what my father would do and you can tell me what your father would do for you? Is that okay?” Rose thought for a moment before agreeing. If she could show all these people what an amazing person father is, than they’d let him and her go. Mrs Linen quickly reached for her recorder in her lab coat pocket and pressed record. “Okay Rose. My father would always pick me up and throw me in the hair, he made me feel like i could fly. Did yours do that? Make you feel like you could fly?” Rose nods in agreement. “Mrs Linen, Rose, a conversation wouldn’t be a conversation if we both don’t speak. Did he or did he not make you feel like you could fly sweetie?” She repeats, a bit more defiant now. “Yes, he did.” Rose answers her tone deep and low, a sensual touch to it. “Would you say he was a loving parent?” Mrs Linen asked, a eyebrow raised in question. Rose almost offended by the question burst out “Of course Father was loving. He cared for me more than anything else! He loved me more than anyone, more than mother, more than his job, more than anything!” Rose exclaimed annoyed at the psychiatrist’s questioning of her Father’s love. “What do you mean he loved you more than your mother Rose?” She asked her dumbfounded. Rose rolled her eyes at the psychiatrist, she felt annoyed at her ignorance. “He touched me more than her. He only wanted to touch me, i was his true love-mother was merely a cover up to hide our relationship.” Rose answer cynically, a sinister smirk dominating her already dark alluring features. “When you mean touch you do you—“

”Yes! He’d fuck me every night! Ever since my thirteenth birthday, as a birthday present he brought me into womanhood. He said he wanted me to feel every aspect of his love. We made love often, whenever mother wasn’t there-until she caught him fucking me in my bedroom. She wanted to call the police, but i didn’t let her-ha-she was such an idiot. The biggest fool that was given the privilege to carry me into this world, i killed her. i did it so me and Father could be together, unashamed and openly.” Rose confessed, the cynical tone only growing as did her ego. “Rose, are you saying he would rape you and leads you to kill your mother under the false pretence that he will be with you alone?” Mrs Linen was doing everything in her power not to show her emotions, she had to remain calm. “No,no,no,no,no! You are twisting my words. I let father do as he pleased with me, i was his love! He was mine! He told me this, we belonged together but he needed to create me with a viable female in order to ensure my birth. He gave me life, he’s my master. He is my everything and ALL YOU PEOPLE WANT TO TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!” Rose had lost her cool, she let the bottled emotions explode out of her. “Now by keeping me here you have tainted me! You have let these security guards taint me! I am no longer pure for him anymore! WHAT IF HE DOESN’T WANT ME ANYMORE! WHAT IF HE FINDS SOMEONE BETTER ALL BECAUSE OF YOU PEOPLE LOCKING ME UP ONLY TO GET RAPED BY THE MEN IN HERE! YOU HAVE COST ME MY PURITY FOR MY FATHER! MY FATHER WONT LOVE ME BECAUSE OF YOU ALL!!” Rose was being dragged out by two men as she scram her lungs out, tears streaming down her face and veins popping out of her throat. Mrs Linen felt a teardrop fall down without her consent, the shock on her face only proof of the shock that would rock this world. Her father had brainwashed her, she doesn’t know how horrible everything he has told her truly is. Mrs Linen bent over fast, her breakfast finding it’s way out of her mouth, disgusted by she has heard. She wipes her lips, taking out the tape recorder and stopping the recording.

Rose remained in the asylum for another four years, when she finally turned 23, With serve treatment and therapy, she finally understood that what had happened to her was not normal, it wasn’t right and it wasn’t human. She learnt that her father violated her in ways no human had ever done and she found the peace in her heart to forgive him. She had never been the same after the realization dawned her. Even though still very much living with the trauma, she managed to not let it control her life. She finally, at the ripe age of 35, married a man after roughly twenty years of not being with anyone other than her father when she was sixteen. She finally married someone who was nothing like her father and who took her as she was, flawed and broken and blessed her with twin girls and one son. Her life is still one filled with panic attacks from the trauma, but she doesn’t let it stop her from living her life.