Facing the storm

by SunshineShal

20 years after Allie was captured by aliens and rescued by a mysterious man and seeing countless therapists, her past comes back to haunt her in the form of nightmares due to her journalistic story on local missing children. With the urging of her husband Marcus, She decides to see one specific therapist who's a little bit different than the others... And a little bit familiar.

1. Prologue

I woke up, groaning. I gingerly stood up and surveyed my surroundings. Just as I suspected, after the aliens had knocked me out, they'd thrown me into a room in the basement of the warehouse. I tried the door, but to no avail. "Of course they locked it," I muttered to myself. "Why would you think otherwise?" I tried kicking the door but it didn't budge. After that didn't work, I tried jumping up to the window, but that didn't work. I sat down on the floor, cursing the fact that I was short. Somewhere, my husband Marcus and The Doctor were in this building, I just didn't know where they were. I was holding on hope though, that they would find me.

You might be wondering how I got into the situation. If you want to be technical about it, it all happened 20 years ago when I was 5 and got abducted by aliens. Yes, that does make it sound that I'm a conspiracy theorist who wears a tin hat, but I swear it happened and it changed me.

I was playing outside in my yard doing what little 5 years olds do, when all of a sudden, a flash of light surrounded me. 2 seconds later, I found myself in a small room with weird instruments. Obviously my first reaction was crying. What 5 year old is going to remain calm when sharp instruments are being pointed at her.

I was aware of weirdly colored creatures standing around me. They were the same shape as a human, but they had reddish orange skin, bright blue eyes, and they were all bald. They were speaking in a language that even my 5 year old mind knew wasn't English. I closed my eyes, wishing my mom was there to hold me, when all of a sudden, I was grabbed from the table by a man that did not look like the creatures. I remember that he was wearing a white button down shirt underneath a black suit with red lining and had short, graying curly hair, but that's all I remembered about my rescue. I also remember he had a Scottish accent.

So, again, if you want to be technical, technically this all began that long ago. However, what was currently happening, started happening a few days ago.