«Maybe she needs something else? Some sort of stronger medicine? I can have a look for something»
«Dont worry. We have the whole range of essential means. We have looked at her clinical picture, as well as the development and stage of her illness, to prescribe an effective course of therapy for her. This includes antidepressants and neuroleptics which, I hope, will help her overcome delirium, hallucination, and aggressive behaviour. But you have to understand that, unfortunately, a sure-fire method of curing schizophrenia does not yet exist.»
«No?» Erin repeated, and felt her wild heartbeat rising in her throat.
«No, it does not. But in most cases, carefully selected treatment can allow the patient to work, have a family, and carry-on life as they did before,» but her words were not convincing.
«And what do we, as her relatives, have to do now? How should we treat her?»
«It is most important not to push her away. Remember, it is the illness turning your sister into the unstable person she is at present. The world these kinds of people inhabit is entirely different to our own. Its a different planet. At this point in time, she remains a threat to society, so there can be no question of discharging her home for some time yet. By the way, I wanted to ask, when did you first notice this abnormal behaviour in her?»
«Shes been like this since she was a child, Doctor Johnson,» Erin answered. «She was cruel to other children, she also liked torturing animals. When she got a bit older, she became violent, damaging others property and getting into fights. She stole things from school on two occasions. Then she ran away from home a few times, started to drink, and even use soft drugs The paediatrician called it «social deviance»
«As I suspected,» the doctor cut in suddenly. «The clinical picture was very precise. Im certain this is genetic.»
«What do you mean?» Erin was nonplussed.
«Was there anyone with a similar illness in your family? Amongst your very close relatives, members of your immediate family maybe? Is there anything youd like to tell me about that?»
«No, there werent,» said Erin firmly.
«Are you sure?» the doctor narrowed her eyes, and it struck Erin how masculine she now looked.
«Yes, of course.»
«Strange» the doctor remarked doubtfully. Clearly the conviction with which Erin had refuted her authoritative opinion had made her less certain. «Very well, if you dont want to talk any further, then Ill leave you. I have other patients Goodbye!» she frowned one final time and then got up, marching out of the room along the large, yellow corridor with quick yet heavy steps.
Erin did not have to wait for long. Rachel appeared at the end of the corridor, moving slowly in her direction. Her frightened red eyes darted from side to side from under dishevelled black hair, as if searching for something. She was wearing a knitted jacket with a small collar with edging. She was also wearing trousers, and her hands were in her pockets.
«Youre right on time,» she said coldly, coming up to Erin.
«Rachel! Sis! Give me a hug!» Erin held out her arms for a hug. But Rachel recoiled, saying spiritlessly, «Must you?»
«What do you mean? I dont understand»
«Must you arrive bang on time?» she repeated her question in a demanding and meticulous tone.
«Punctuality shows respect to the person waiting for you.»
«Youre nothing but a killjoy, always on about your sense of duty. And who said I was waiting for you?» her initial coldness was replaced by a chilliness.
«Sorry, Rachel. Were you busy?» asked Erin apologetically.
«Busy? Hmm, sounds interesting was I busy?» she asked again mockingly. «Dont know. Give me a moment and Ill ask for you» she turned her head to the left and whispered loudly, «Hi Rachel, you busy?» this charade made Erins heart seize up. But then her sister turned sharply to face her again, saying, «No, the voice says she isnt busy. As it happens, I have heaps of time. So, my dearest Erin, Daddys little girl, I courteously invite you into my world! Welcome, ha ha ha!» this mean-spirited jeering reverberated in Erins ears as a disturbing, repetitive echo.
Rachel rubbed the armchair very intensely three times with her hand, the same armchair on which Doctor Johnson had sat before, before sitting down on it. Dishevelling her black hair with even more force, she gazed at Erin with indifference.
«Youve lost weight! Do you eat at all?» Erin asked with concern.
«Thats not my fault thats all them» her hands began frantically waving along the length of her body.
«Who are «they, Rachel? What are you talking about?»
«The tapeworms. Theyre taking over my body, gnawing their way through and eating me from inside out.»
«Rachel! What are you on about? Thats all in your head.»
«You mean your big sister is lying? No, its not in my head. And my blood is not flowing through my veins in the right direction, its going in the opposite direction. Granted, that odious little doctor does not agree with me. I know her intentions»
«What?»
«Shes a bad person, Erin. A real monster! She dreams of drilling into my brain and digging out my gyrus. But I wont let her!»
«Thats rubbish, Rachel! She cant do that! Please»
«Have you brought Mums beads she promised me?» she suddenly asked quietly, changing the subject.
«Yes, here,» Erin reached into her bag for them.
«Beautiful!» she said, taking the amber coloured beads and studying them with interest. «Thanks! Help me put them on. Appearance comes first for a woman, right? You like them?»
«Stunning! No need to do yourself up now.»
«Really? Its a shame youre not a man saying that. Id never leave you alone Give me your little mirror, I want to admire myself.» Having studied her reflection in the impartial, oval-shaped surface of the mirror, she immediately pursed her lips, and started to get worked up:
«I dont recognise myself anymore»
«Youve not changed at all. Youve just lost weight»
«Youre a great liar! Mastered it, have you?»
«But its true, Rachel!» said Erin, trying again to reassure her, but her sister remained unconvinced.
«Look at me! I see a completely different person. Are those my arms, my legs, my nose, my face, my body? Wheres my small and shapely nose gone? Its massive now! Im ugly now From head to toe Dont you see, my bones have disappeared? Dissolved by Valium,» she raised her arms to the ceiling, and at once threw them down again. She was now becoming angry and aggressive.
«But it doesnt matter!» she said belligerently, «Ill get him back no matter what»
«Get who back, Rachel?» asked Erin calmly.
«Luke! Who else? You dont know him?» she said surprisedly, «My man.»
«Who is he? Is he here too?»
«Yes, hes a writer. If he gets his hands on even a single scrap of paper and a stump of pencil hell write anywhere, about anything He says that, for a good novel, he really needs imagination. And he finds it in me. He says Im his muse, and the other day, he said that I was the most beautiful But Doctor Johnson says he says that because hes ill, whats it called I think its graphorrhoea. I heard that, a few days ago, she told him he has worms, but not like mine. A different kind. His are huge and dusty bookworms. They torment him and force him to write. But the doctor insists that his works have no cultural value. That she can cure him. To do that she is trying to cause him a writers block, a chronic block But Luke told me in secret that hell write anyway, with his own blood, if need be, on the yellow hospital walls But I dont know if I should take his attraction to me seriously or not. It might all just be a joke» her conscience was a ceaseless train of thought. «I know that Luke and Doctor Johnson make fun of how I feel, and he cheats on me with her behind my back Jealousy is wearing me down, and I sometimes have an insatiable desire to strangle the pair of them with my bare hands, with great pleasure» there was now no warmth in her eyes whatsoever.