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Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 60
dear diary.I think I am not really back on the scene of life and I am not too sure that I ever will be. I have decided to accept this as my solemn reality and argue no further with my senses. I believe what ever is brought to me.Dr Quinn, who was introduced to me from my husband took one look at me and I got the sudden feeling that indeed I was truely done for. "you're something, doctor Montoya." Quinn said"I think that this is PTSD and you are going through what the lot would call a post traumatic stress disorder. we would need to talk this out and of cause it is treatable. what you think are your hallucinations are more scarier dreams and you wake up everyday from each of them." he smiled thinly"follow me to the inner sanctum." he led the way down a wide hall, with a polished wood floor and red Oriental rugs. an enormous hairy cat sat on the hall table. it reached out and tapped me with a paw as he started past."hey, Gary."the cat made a sound like a sweaky toy, jumped to the f
Last Updated : 2023-01-27Fake London bridge is falling down PROLOGUE
The devil walked into his room about 5:45 am. His hostel did not have a large room but there were separate beds and a shared bathroom. He's was the end conner, beside a cherubic kid who had a father too who was too fat to do anything. But he was the only skinny kid in room 6, save Gopher, but no one attempted bullying-although it was no longer seen as a matter offense, nerds took a jab ones in a while, which was okay, if physical damages weren't severe. But not this kid. Everyone was afraid of him-he hadn't beaten up a nerd hater before, he hadn't said a word of defiance to any senior, it was just that he was too goth. The kid did not have the ability to form an expression. He looked on at those who oppressed and who we're operessed with a stoic face, he did not report to principal Hammerstien. They decided to call him the blue boy. The boy who ate little and read alot of books with a cover that deserved judgment. He was the kid whose mother never came
Last Updated : 2022-02-21Fake London bridge is falling down Authors note.
My sister asked me once if I ever planned to get married. I quite recalled telling her that I did not know but that the only thing I ever planned were my novels. Years back mother had said to me that if I were sick, and if a book was brought to me and I did not lift my head to read the words on the book, the doctor had a right to pronounce me dead. I've always loved for my work to be published, if you're going to be reading the book, and if you read that far, I should be glad then. (A terrible procrastinator that I am) if any of my words should speak to you-- in definition, if it makes you notice some things new about life, you might share so deeply some personal thoughts with me that I could express not through allegory and symbols, but in words. This book, might be quite too long for you when I am done (if I ever am), too melancholy or dehumanizing, but it promises to foresee a disregarded virtue. I have so loved reading since I learnt to understand words, it s
Last Updated : 2022-02-21Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 1
The psychologist was head buried in Antonio Damacio's book, the feeling of what happens next although she was a Daniel stiegs regular. She was not a woman accustomed to darkness. The room was dark save for a dull lamp used for reading, the entire home electrically dead. She decided to channel her mind where ever her distractions led as long as they did not rest on the shadows. It reminded her of her claustrophobic childhood. Whatever had happened to the electrical outlets, had killed it-a power surge, or an unnoticed problematic old wiring, she could not tell. She was mowing the lawn outside this afternoon when the room lights blipped off, the entire home dead. It had not kept her up and nervous, but it did now. She questioned herself awely why she hadn't called for the electrician ealiar. It was quite responsible to allow that she was a very calm woman herself, right now, the book was paying off. She was at page 32 when there was a barring sound, like two h
Last Updated : 2022-02-22Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 2
Within a while, her feelings returned and she understood her imaginations. There was loneliness, and then detachment, things had always since she had known them, been emotionally eventful, yet physically static. For reasons she couldn't place into premises, she could hear philberts voice talking about psychotherapy in Monroes bookclub on mental sanity. Maybe she needed some diagnosis herself. Philbert had not really been pleased with her futherence to applied psychology and her succeeding to become a child therapist. She had all neccesary therapeutical values, a great psycho dynamic awareness. But counseling children? Why did she have to hear this voices all the time and see these things? They seemed to be passing ungraspable messages, but... Dr montoya jumped from shork, but it had been just her mobile. "Hi honey. "Said philbert. "I was just about to call you. " she said. "Why, its late. I did not expect you to pick my call. ""Did I tell you all e
Last Updated : 2022-02-22Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 3
Sponge bob was a sensual symbol. Adulf cain was sensual. He slept with with a Hispanic at 8, an idonisian at 9 (Ursa) and finally Sara--sara who would be the end of his life. Finally Damaris watched a fox news on an argument that sponge bob was messing with kids brains, she cut the show for her son but it'd been too late? Did not sponge bob go back to the middle ages to find an unhappy fish who attempted slitting its own throat? 'Someday.. But not today. 'He said. And did not squid ward hang a rope from his ceiling saying 'I just can't seem to get happy.. Maybe this will help. 'Noteworthy that today Adulf was clinically depressed and an addict at 12, (at the time he seeked help.) And at 12 it was that he matured to value the prison of Azkaban, of the harry potter series, coincidence it was released on his birth year. While there had been a Tamagotichi frenzy, where kids skipped class to feed handhead digital pets.. Kids were physically trampled upon to buy a limited e
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An EBT is an evidentially based treatment that reduces behavioral based manners like tantrums and impusitivity. About 7 percent of children aged 3 years old to 17 deal with anxiety and three percent deal with depression unimaginable. The case is much worse for children the age of Adulf Cain, age 12 to 17 more prone to major depressive episodes. This meant that 13.3 percent of the kids in the united states, of the US population are in need of an urgent psychological help. The therapist considered the reasons for her client's state. Alcohol, unsure. His environment, UK, she strongly opionated that something had been wrong in the dorm Damaris Cain had abandoned him at in a school, at one time. For 6 months. Family history perharps, his unknown physical ailment that she could not make a conclusive assumption of its symptoms since he was bloody mute. Did he go through many stressful life events? Sure did, but he was way richer, or better before the crash of the famili
Last Updated : 2022-02-22Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 5
"You want me to talk like an adult to you? Alright. I'll talk like a damn one real good. "She said."children promiscuity is derived from an exposure to sexual abuse. You were abused, Cain. And that's my theory, if I were your mother, you'd be my worst night mare, I wouldn't sleep comfortably knowing that my son was raped and he wouldn't tell me. "He laughed. She also knew that recent sturdy showed a link between promiscuousness and depression. Real life, unlike the movies, she told him, did not breed happy promiscuous teens. They all grew into adult hood with diseases, infertility, and depression. Then she tried the dictators whip--every traitor always had to cringe at this point. She told him that 20 million Americans contracted sexually transmitted diseases every year in the US... And the vast majority didn't know they have it. "You will be one of those folks. "She remembered saying. He stared back blankly"I thought, mrs moorman, that psychologists now asserts
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Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 60
dear diary.I think I am not really back on the scene of life and I am not too sure that I ever will be. I have decided to accept this as my solemn reality and argue no further with my senses. I believe what ever is brought to me.Dr Quinn, who was introduced to me from my husband took one look at me and I got the sudden feeling that indeed I was truely done for. "you're something, doctor Montoya." Quinn said"I think that this is PTSD and you are going through what the lot would call a post traumatic stress disorder. we would need to talk this out and of cause it is treatable. what you think are your hallucinations are more scarier dreams and you wake up everyday from each of them." he smiled thinly"follow me to the inner sanctum." he led the way down a wide hall, with a polished wood floor and red Oriental rugs. an enormous hairy cat sat on the hall table. it reached out and tapped me with a paw as he started past."hey, Gary."the cat made a sound like a sweaky toy, jumped to the f
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 59
Soon did I realise that Mrs wade wasn't upset that I was a pedophile to other children too, but only that I had currupted Adult and made him weak in a sense that still seemed uncomfortable to comprehend. Only that a political career and ambition seemed more important that anything else. I felt sick to my stomach. I had Allied myself to a family that was destined to hate and reject me... This was not out of love, our marriage, but of advantage, he saw me as a therapist, not a pedophilec one, and saw the potential in grooming a normal boy from me... Damaris was ignorant, but not her husband Bruce, who knew that we were to meet, not just by fate but a pre-planned deal. It still seemed incomprehensible to accept. I had been wincing then from a stunning rejection by a man that had disvirgined me, and also rejected me after use. It had been Philbert's moment, to prove the loyal. Although he was not as handsome or strong like a Texas ranger. I hadn't actually loved Phil, but I saw him like
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 58
I have some secretes too, and im going to say them to you, all at last, this happened when Philbert's mom, who was an impossing old woman, shorkingly also a very intruging one came over to see me at the huspital in her black st john knit tuxudo suit--for someone that old. Unfortunately for me who was still bedridden and seeming as though i had awaken from a somewhat long, unbreakable coma.The old woman readjusted the pillows behind my head and tugged awkwardly at my huspital gown trying to seem nice , only once before the nurse (H's assitance) would leave her to me.I could not believe that philbert's mother, of whom happened to be running for governor, was indeed a very wealthy woman. We had stollen away to marry, i and Phil after his fathers disapproval at the convent, but hardly did i realize what philbert moorman had given up just to have me.It was such a complicating feeling to experience.When the child who happened to be my nurse was gone, mrs Wade moorman fixed me with the m
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 57
she came, loitering from the crowd through and into the snow where the therapist could watch , before arousing and finding out again that all shehad seen was merely,again, just another huge grand joke, so that she thought best , that the right action and move to make was to keep a diary. she had seen it in doctor H's eyes when she had accused her of being an accomplice to the diappearance (not death, oddly) of the very boy of her nightmares, adulf cain. she had seen it in phil's eyes, his sad introspection when they all gathered her in the bed of the huspital.it felt so frightful that there wasnt anything known as a london bridge cult, or the existence of of one that still remained a surpport group.the surpport group died years before. neither had she seen bucharest so durty before, or known what life Adulf cain lived with his parents, or knew that hammerstien was married once first to damaris---although all true, this was from damaris telling her, and not some wierd dream, that she
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 56
and then when Montoya moorman and Adulf Cain made love, the world is different in between the sheets. Sex lives of humans is like whirlpool with endless querries and stories. Every experience is different and every encounter is memorable in its own way. But there are some stories that sound weird or bizarre but also makes you think about one’s own issues and shortcomings. Montoya wrote in her diary thus:I’m sleeping with a boy I'm surpposed to be giving therapy. but he feels like my boyfriend for about a year now and we have a pretty exciting life. Recently an incident happened which later felt a little creepy to me. We were changing after swimming in my pool and he was soon going for a vacation with his family(new ones). Just so that I do not miss him, I wanted to ask for his worn shirt which I could keep to smell closer to him. But when I started speaking, I somehow asked for his used underpants instead. The next thing I know, he puts his worn underpants in my bag. As soon as he l
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 55
Even after you've mastered the climb up the Eiffel Tower, spotted the Mona Lisa at the Louvre, and footed every mile of the Golden Triangle, Moynihan suggests taking the quick 45-minute train ride just outside of the city to the Champagne region. Or, set out to another neighboring city, Rheims, for "a day of tasting tours at historic producers like Taittinger, Pommery, and Ruinart; most tours include transportation from Paris." To slow down the pace, "combine a city stay with nights in a country hotel like the Napa-meets-France-style Royal Champagne resort and Spa."Adulf had said on their flight, his arm wounded about her waist doctor Montoya , drugged into her pedophile tendency of The Honeymoonist is a longtime travel editor and writer who started her Virtuoso-affiliated travel planning company seven years ago. She's visited 60 countries and sent clients to six continents, she remembered.As anyone who’s been to Paris knows, there’s really no bad time to go.*****"Sure, it’s cold
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 54
Parentified children take responsibility for practical tasks like cooking, cleaning, and paying bills. They put their younger siblings to bed and help them with homework. They also take care of their parents covering mom with blankets after shes passed out on the couch, acting as her crisis counselor or confidant (sometimes this is called being a surrogate spouse), bearing the heavy burden of trying to solve adult problems.Often parentified children are the oldest or middle in the birth order. he showed her to her room after probably drugging her. her best guess because he swore the next morning that she had said that she really didn't want to go yet.Charismatic people have a natural tendency to get what they want. If you want to manipulate people, then you need to work your charisma. You should be able to smile and light up a room, have approachable body language to make people want to talk to you. You should also be able to hold up a conversation with absolutely anyone, from your
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 53
It’s December 1st, perharps the beginning of the best time of the year. the second week of November was his beginning because he would decorate his room Christmas, very unAdulf like. he was not the only one in my small town of vergil, Virginia, to go all out for the holidays. It was a tradition here to put Christmas lights on anything and everything you can. It was one of the things that made this time of year light-hearted and enjoyable. People say if you put your decorations up early it makes you happier. he fully stood by that theory.when Adulf Cain opened the door after the times chimes.he was shorked to see Mrs Montoya moorman. ****“i won't get mad. I promised myself that when I saw you I wasn't going to get mad. I understand everything now. you did the hallucinations. they're all afraid of you, how much is this one?” Montoya asked, pointing up at a brand-new snowy landscape painting that he had just hung on the wall today.she looked him up head to toe, he looked very differe
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 52
Clearly now adolf understood that's the vacation resort owned the hotel building that he now sees one of the rooms he must have slept in last night. As he walked a Distance he bumped into a bunch of anime kids holding a wish list and magic bands with air travel resources accompanied by the Egyptian dressed couple. Damaris and Bruce tried acting unconcerned but both were aghast that the child the one with the wolf grey hair kids his size and height that crossed his arm and held his chin up high , checking his watch, had a deadpan facial expression with a condescending body all the more dominating. Adolf Cain was less engaged in his world.Today damaris was wearing a coloured spotted dark blue sleeve silk and texture she looked like a rich business woman my phone results willing to let her mind wonder for onceShe got close to Adolf he saw her Isis they were turning down in lights, houses were playing her favourite sure tease she was relaxed and present. Isis brightening as the nose see
