A Peculiar very Peculiar (Miss Peregrine's home for peculiar children)

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I know that Jacob's parents, now mine, are not bad people, but according to Jacob's memories, his mother likes her job very much and practically does not pay much attention to her son, obviously she loves him, but in her own way.

On the other hand, his father, Frank was a rather fickle person, since he married my mother, he had not had a job and was not tenacious in anything, he had tried to do different things, he once tried to be a cook, but he gave up as soon as he saw that in his cooking class there were people much more talented than him.

He also tried other things, but as soon as he saw that there were people better than him and that he eclipsed him, he gave up, in other words, he was a total defeatist, but even so, he treated Jacob very well and bought him everything he asked for, luckily, despite being rich and living in a huge house capable of housing more than 6 people without problem, Jacob was a good person and very humble, perhaps that is due to all the time he spent with his grandfather, who taught him, among other things, that there were more important things than money.

But going back to the subject, his father, Frank, was a defeatist, something that disappointed me, because in my previous life, it had been the opposite, I was a person who never gave up, of course there were people more talented than me, but I never gave up, I kept working and working until I managed to become rich and powerful, which is the complete opposite of my now father, Frank.

The only good thing is that now, his new hobby, was lasting a long time, moreover he had planned to write a book about the different birds of the world that he had already started and had already lasted longer than all the other times, apparently, this time he was serious or so I wanted to believe...

"Anyway, tomorrow I'll start going to the psychiatrist, I'll eat, I'll do a little more exercise and before I go to sleep, I'll plan what I'm going to tell him, I have to manage in such a way that the psychiatrist recommends my parents to go to that island on vacation when the time comes, that is, in less than three weeks" – I said determinedly.

And so, determined to accomplish my future goals, I went into my room, ate, lifted a few weights, and went to sleep after briefly thinking about what I would say to the psychiatrist tomorrow.

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The next day.

It was 4:30 p.m. and there I was, in a psychiatrist's office, waiting for him to evaluate whether or not I am crazy or something like that.

The psychiatrist I was taken to was a black man with a white beard and he seemed to be middle-aged, he was dressed in a very elegant suit and had a serious countenance, his name was Golan or whatever he told me to call him, Doctor Golan... Wait a minute, why does his name seems familiar so much to me? I think remembering that he has an important role in history, but... Which one? I couldn't remember exactly who this man was and what role he had in the movie or the books, so I thought he was just important because he was the one who got Jacob to the island.

"Tell me, Jacob, how do you feel?" - asked Dr. Golan.

"I'm fine" – I said.

Let's start with something simple.

"I see... your parents told me that a few days ago you suffered such a severe anxiety attack that you were admitted to the hospital for almost a whole day, is that true?" – asked Dr. Golan.

It wasn't like that, I got like that because I was assimilating Jacob's memories, but... I can't say that or I'll be locked up instantly in the madhouse.

"Yes... it's true" – I nodded.

"Well, I know that recently your grandfather died, were you very attached to him?" – he asked.

Normally I would have said no, but Jacob's memories had already totally merged with me and now his pain, the love he feels for others, all of that now I feel too.

"Yes... I used to be with him a lot when I was little, he told me stories and I remember that I loved listening to them, he was... my best friend" – I nodded.

That's how I really felt because of Jacob.

"I see, what kind of stories did he usually to told you?" – asked the doctor.

For some reason I feel that I shouldn't tell them to him, as if something was telling me not to do it, that it was wrong to do it.

"He would tell me stories about peculiar... people" – I said.

For some reason I didn't want to tell him the truth completely, so I only half-told it, it seems to me that some of my sealed memories are trying to come out at all costs, because something told me to lie or at least not to tell the truth completely, I don't know why, but I don't trust this guy, but I have no choice but to get along with him or else he won't help me go to the island.

Hearing that, Dr. Golan raised an eyebrow, as if by saying that word, "peculiar", he had been a little upset or excited, but not even our protagonist noticed that.

"Peculiar people? What do you mean by "Peculiar"?" - asked Dr. Golan.

I was going to answer him but something inside me was saying, "Lie to him!", it was almost as if he was demanding it of me, seriously, I don't understand why that God sealed my memories, everything could have been easier if I could remember the identity of this man.

"He didn't tell me anything else, he just told me they were peculiar, that's all" - I said.

Or rather, I lied, because I remember perfectly what my grandfather told me, it was basically the same as in the movie or in the books, Jacob's grandfather, now mine, told me stories about peculiar people, with strange powers, and even showed me his photos, just as you could see in the movies and in the books, Although the photos shown in the film were much better, although perhaps it is because everyone who participated was an actor and actress, different from the books in appearance.

"Are you sure he didn't tell you anything more about those 'Peculiars', Jacob?" - asked Dr. Golan.

"I think I'd know if he'd told me" - I nodded.

The Doctor looked at me and wrote down a few things in a small notebook that he held in his hands.

"I have the feeling that you are hiding something from me, Jacob, but we will leave it for another time" – said Dr. Golan.

As a professional, he could see perfectly well that Jacob was not telling him the whole truth, that he was hiding something that he did not want to tell him, but he must have recognized that he was lying very well, if he were not a professional expert in the human mind, he could not have detected Jacob's lie because he said it so convinced that no one could tell that he was liying, except for experts like him.

"Whatever you say" – I said with a shrug.

Anyway, he can't prove whether or not I'm lying, although he seems to have realized that I wasn't telling him the whole truth, it's surprising that he could find out, because if I learned anything in my previous life as a businessman it was to lie, I had to lie when making different deals, but that's a story not worth telling, after all, I don't live in that boring world anymore.

Anyway, after that, we just talked for a while longer about my childhood, about my grandfather and about the time I had spent with him, until finally he called my parents, who were waiting for me outside.

"Well... What do you think, doctor?" – my mother asked nervously.

"Jacob clearly suffers from a case commonly known as 'Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder', all caused by the death of his grandfather, it is something normal in people who have lost their loved ones and especially if they were very close to them" – explained Dr. Golan.

It is true that I was sad about the death of my grandfather, but I was definitely not in shock or something like that, however, for now it is convenient for them to think that, just for now.

"Is it serious, doctor, what should we do?" – my father asked.

Both seemed quite nervous, because they did not know what to do in this type of situation, especially after seeing what they saw the other day, their son was writhing on the ground while screaming at the top of his lungs, that was a terrifying experience for both of them.

"To begin with, tell me something: did Jacob's grandfather live alone or with you?" – Doctor Golan asked.

"Alone, He lived a few minutes from our house, 20 minutes to be exact" – my father quickly replied.

"I see... What do you plan to do with his house now that he is no longer with us?" – he asked again.

"My sister and I have talked and we were planning to sell it, why?" – my father said quickly.

Hearing that, I got angry, maybe it was because of Jacob's feelings towards his grandfather or my own ones, did they really want to sell his father's house so quickly? It had only been a few days since his death, did they really want to sell it? In fact, come to think of it, my father didn't seem at all affected by his father's death, did they even hold a funeral?

I may have been a rich and powerful person in my previous life, but if there is one thing I am sure of, it is that, if I would had parents, I would have treated them with affection and love, because before I was president, I would have been a son.

"I think Jacob should go to his grandfather's house" – said the Doctor.

Hearing those words, my parents were shocked, was he really planning to take him directly to the place where his grandfather lived? His wound was too recent and they did not think it was appropriate for Jacob to return to that house so soon.