Not surprisingly, the day after the incident Mitch shut everyone out. Not that he had been open with anyone but at least once in a while he chatted with Kirstie or a few other patients. Today was different, while I was in my office I saw him walk by my glassed wall a few times. Almost as if he wanted to talk to me but decided against it in the last minute. I still found it extremely odd how he seemed to remember me, according to Ryan Grant he wasn't capable of such thing. I mean, everyone knew that his way of remembering was reading that diary but that kept me thinking: What if he didn't write about him? And that led to another question:

What did he do in order to make Mitch want to forget him?

There were too many questions that needed answers but for now I would just have to be patient with Him. I had a session today, and hopefully I would make him explain everything but I didn't have all my hopes up. I wasn't going to push him, was i?

Luckily the day went by rapidly, in no time it was 2 pm. I was playing with some papers when I heard the knock on my door.

"Come in" I said, still sitting on my chair.

This time, Mitch was being led by a guard instead of some member of staff. He waited until he was seated before leaving, but not before telling me that if I needed anything I should call him.

"Hello Mitch" I said kindly. He didn't answer, he just kept looking at the floor and didn't attempt to look anywhere else. I noticed he had bags under his eyes and his shoulders where down, a sign of defeat. He was playing with his fingers and balancing his feet as he didn't reach the floor. He looked completely different, almost as if he was another person. His arrogant aura was gone, replaced by a sadder one. It made me feel bad. "Do you want to talk?" I insisted. He just shook his head.

I sighed and stood up. Mitch flinched once I was at his side but didn't say anything. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" He nodded. "I'm just going to turn on the privacy glass"

I recently realised that if I wanted to have an actual talk with Mitch I had to be alone. As in, nobody walking around and stealing glances when they passed by. I figured that maybe Mitch would stop putting on that façade and start being himself if he didn't have to prove anyone that he was "strong". "That's it. Nobody can see nor listen to us now, I figured you'd be more comfortable"

"Thanks" He whispered. "But if you expect me to talk you are dead wrong" he said, but this time much louder and confident.

"Oh I wasn't going to force you to open up, I was hoping you'd do it willingly" He raised an eyebrow.

"Listen to m-" He started saying but I cut him off.

"No you listen to me. What you did yesterday is something we shouldn't not talk about. I don't care how you were with other psychologists or whatsoever, right now you are with me and I'm not going to pretend nothing happened" He was surprised at my sudden statement but I didn't stop.

"It's not good to keep everything to yourself, believe me when I tell you it only hurts you even more. You have to let someone in Mitch, you have to talk about what's going on with you"

"And that someone should be you?" He inquired, all his wall were up by now.

"Unless you've got someone else in mind?"

"How do I know if I can trust you?" He asked.

"You can't. But I'm giving you my word that I will do everything in my power to help you" I looked at him straight in the eyes, I could see his insides battling and deciding what to do. Seconds later he sighed and leaned in his chair, his shoulders relaxing a little bit.

"You probably know about my diary" He waited for me to nod, which I quickly did. "Well, it's more than that. It's my brain" I narrowed my eyes, confusion spread all over my face.

"How so?" He went for his bag and pulled it out, brushing his fingers against the leather cover.

"I've got everything written here, all I want to remember. I usually keep a record of what happened in the day so the morning after I know. You see, this is the only control I have over myself. Doctors decide for me, everyone does. No one gives a damn about what I think, they don't find me "competent enough" which sucks" He laughed.

"I've tried remembering, I swear I did" His voice was beginning to crack, I was sure he was about to cry. Not from sadness, but from frustration. "But it's impossible. No one can force me to remember, not even myself" He was looking at me now, I was taken aback by all of this. Specially him opening up.

"Then I'm guessing you've got something written about me, since you remember me" He smirked and leaned a little bit forward.

"I bet you are dying to read it" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Whatever, oh and it says here that you've been with this Amnesia for 2 years now. I'm sure it's impossible to read all of your diaries in one morning" He gave me a sad smile.

"I've got one which is meant for factual information, like things i have to remember, that are crucial for me"

"Never thought about writing it down in a computer? It's more organised" I was just picturing the amount of books he must have by now.

"I could but I've never found the time to do it" It was incredible how casually we were talking, I barely know him and he was already trusting me with this information, which by the way I didn't know what to do with.

"One last question Mitch, how are you feeling?" I was dreading this question, I though that I was pushing my luck but I had to ask anyway. I was extremely worried about him yesterday and by the way he looks now I figured he wasn't doing so well.

"I-I-" He stuttered, deciding again if he should finally and truly open up with me. Talking about his diary was one thing, he could feed me with facts and other casual things but I sensed that talking about his feelings wasn't something he was used to. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Well you'll have to, eventually, if you want my help"

"But I don't need your help. I'm perfectly fine" He stood up, and so did I.

"Bullshit. Did you look at the mirror today? You look terrible, I know for fact you're not"

"This session is over" He stated, he then grabbed his bag and went for the door but before he could reach it I automatically locked it with a button I had on my desk. He groaned once he noticed that he couldn't open it.

"I'm the doctor here, I'm the one with the authority, and I decide whether if the session is over or not. So please, don't make this more difficult than already is" We locked eyes, I needed to prove him that he wasn't going to play me just like he did with others. That I truly fucking cared for him, but his stubborn little head wouldn't let him.

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Author Note:

This was longer than i've expected. Part 2 will be up in a few hours - Vicky