The Stonewall
First I heard it.
Then I saw it.
The most horrifying thing I've ever set eyes on.
Reality.
"Ok this time during our session I will be showing you some pictures and I would like you to tell me what you see." A husky voice rung into my ears breaking me out of my trip to space. "Uh... ok?" I replied eyeing my so-called therapist Mr. Homely. My parents thought I needed help so they sent me to this semi hell place twice a week.
Mr. Homely showed me the first picture. "I see a... I see an egg..." I said rolling my eyes and looking in the other direction. The truth is I didn't really see an egg but if I told him what I really saw I bet those glasses of his would have broken right then. There flashed the second. "A pony," I spat. Mr. Homely's face showed frustration. "Listen boy," he sneered, "I want truthful answers from you. This isn't some fairy tale or whatever is going on in that head of yours, but when you enter this building life is no longer fun and games. You got that?"
"Uh… yeah I got that loud and wet." I replied blankly wiping my face. He let out a low growl then sat back in his chair. "Now let's try this again, Mr. Lune. What do you see?" I sat there staring at the sheet with a dead look in my eyes. "I see innocent people being slaughtered." Mr. Homely's eyes widened at my dark response. We sat there in silence until he moved on to the next picture.