Iris: A Narrative Fiction

Breathe. You have to breathe, Iris. You have to snap out of this, it’s not real. None of this is real. “Ms. Montez, you have to open your eyes, dear. You have to be coherent to continue with your session,” the man said. I hate him, I hate this stupid man. He has no idea what he’s talking about. It’s all lies, what he’s telling me. Nothing is true. “Ms. Montez!” he shouts. My eyes shoot open, startled at the doctor’s harsh tone. My chest is rising and falling rapidly, my body trickling with perspiration. “Ah, good. For a moment, I thought you’ve completely shut down. Now, shall we continue?” I let out a heavy sigh, nodding slowly. You have to cooperate with him, Iris. If you don’t, he’ll put you back in the dark room. “Ms. Montez-” “Stop calling me that, it makes me feel old, call me by my name,” I
Do you know why you’re here?” I thought about it for a moment. Did I? I shook my head, “No, actually. I haven’t come to think about it,”. The doctor scribbles something down on his note pad. “Can you tell me the last thing you remember before you woke up here?” I bit my lip, trying my best to remember. “I think I remember being at the movies with a few friends of mine. I remember being pissed off because my boyfriend never showed up, when he told me he was going to be there. I tried to reach him but…” the doctor raises his eyebrow, “But?” I cleared my throat, “But his phone was going straight to voicemail. My friends asked if I wanted to go out to eat with them after the movie ended but I told them no, so I got a cab and went home, and…” the doctor leaned forward slightly, “And then what?” I looked down at my hands, they were shaking. What happened after that? “I can’t remember anything after that. All I remember is going home then waking up here,” I stated, in a frustrated tone. I looked at the doctor, my eyebrows furrowing, “Do you know what happened? Why am I here, doctor?”. He sighed and put down his note pad and pen on the side