[ WP ] After a disturbing experience a psychiatrist starts to question their own sanity .

Christopher Clark gazed out the window at the cars below, the wind gently rustling his hair. 
 
 `` What's got you so anxious today, Christopher?'' I asked. 
 
 He adjusted his glasses and straightened his hair. 
 
 “ I never told you I was anxious, ” 
 
 `` Well, you seem upset.'' 
 
 Christopher is one of my patients. He comes in for therapy about once a week. It's usually just to complain about what his boss said or to gripe about the way a cashier looked at him that day. Today is different. 
 He glanced in my direction and blinked hard. 
 
 “ I *am* upset. ” 
 
 `` Something happened, right?'' I asked. 
 
 He didn ’ t respond. 
 
 `` Well, come sit down with me please. It sounds like we have something to talk about.'' 
 
 He returned his attention to the street below. 
 
 `` I'd rather stand, thanks.'' 
 
 I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. 
 
 `` Tell me what's bothering you.'' 
 
 `` It's my girlfriend,'' he choked on his words, `` she left me.'' 
 
 I looked up with feigned shock, but this news did n't surprise me. 
 
 His eyes fogged up. 
 
 `` What happened?'' I asked. 
 
 `` It does n't matter.'' 
 
 I could see a resolve forming inside of him. 
 
 `` Yes it does, Christopher.'' 
 
 He inched toward the window and placed his hand on the frame. 
 
 `` Christopher, do n't.'' 
 
 `` Why not?'' 
 
 I opened my mouth to respond but quickly clamped it shut. What could I say that I had n't said the last nine times? 
 He stepped up onto the ledge. 
 I sat up. 
 
 `` Christopher, stop this.'' 
 
 `` It's not your fault, Dr. Wilson.'' 
 
 Yes, it is my fault. 
 I watched in a daze as he backed off the edge and plummeted to his death. His head smashed through the windshield of his Sedan and covered the roof in red. I failed again. 
 
 I rushed down the stairs to the lobby. As I approached the doors to the parking lot, a small part of me hoped that I would find his corpse, mangled on the blood soaked hood of his car. Lifeless. But what I saw was Christopher Clark, stepping out of his spotless Sedan to greet me for our tenth session that day. 
 
 ( ( Criticism welcome ) )
