Phillip makes sure that I take my medication for the next few days, with the psychiatrist checking up on me every second day. It’s even worse than the one the doctor had prescribed. It makes me feel like I’m in a trance. Even my speech is slow and even though she said it would take a few days to adjust to them, I have no plans to continue with this sham that I need medication to keep me from sleepwalking or having anxiety attacks. I haven’t had any bad dreams, nor have I been sleep walking since we got back. Which only leads me to believe that what happened on the island was linked to it and the evil that has happened there.
After researching the pills she had given me and realising that they are used to treat people with schizophrenia, I only pretended to take them every day. Why would
