A Curse or a Gift

"I have but one theory!" Zuriel says after I asked him how I can get rid of my problem of raging whenever I get critically injured.

"So?" I ask him to expand.

"I can tell that everything you said when you were a crackhead was actually your 'Id' but mostly your subconscious self expressing the turmoil inside of you."

"I don't agree with that. I'm pretty sure I don't have any hidden turmoil inside of me. I was definitely possessed."

"No, you're just saying that."

"No, I mean it." I don't wanna believe what he just said. I know I wouldn't say those things to Nisha and Helena.

"Well, if I can't convince you, then suit yourself. But if you want to listen— No, 'hear' what I'm about to say, then be my audience."

I keep a poker face to avoid making him think that I'm interested in hearing his thoughts. "Go on."

"If you don't remember your school teaching you this, I'll quickly recap for you. Sigmund Freud's theory of the—"