Hypnotic Revelations
"Ten… nine… eight… your eyes are feeling heavier… seven… six… five… four… and heavier… and heavier… three… two… one", Allen's eyes closed as he fell into his hypnotic sleep. "We'll start with what you did before you went to bed. Recall your memories of last night… tell me what you see", the red-haired psychologist said in a low and calm voice, he watched his patient as he began retelling the events of the night before.
"I was doing what I usually do before going to bed, watching the news while drinking my evening tea…"
Steam followed the cup as it was put down on the glass table in front of a wide screen TV incased by a dark brown shelf that covered the dark, wooden panels.
"I turn off the telly, drink up the rest of the tea and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth."
Past the doorway was a small corridor with lime-green walls. A white door not far away. A hand lightly pulled down the door handle; white clinkers took over the walls. A toilet next to the door and then a sink next to it. The mirror reflected silver eyes and white hair, a hand doing fast back and forth motions while holding the end of a toothbrush, some foam escaped and slowly moved down to the chin.
"After that I went to my bedroom and changed to my pajamas, turned the lights off and got to bed."
Lime-green walls, white door opened and light shone on beige, wooden panels. A large bed next to a battered desk, comfortable pants and t-shirt was picked up from the messy bed. Then the bed's covered in darkness, the weak light from outside the window could give the objects a dark form. Creaking, shifting of clothing.
Complete darkness.
"You're asleep?" The psychologist asked and scratched his small beard, on a name-tag on his costume it said: Dr. Marian Cross.
"Yes", Allen answered dully.
"We'll take this slow, alright? What's the next thing you remember?"
"I wake up…" Allen's tone wasn't as steady as before the other man noted.
"Why did you wake up?" Cross asked, Allen started clutching the armrest to the sofa he was sitting on, he began breathing faster.
"Something… something's on the other side of the door!" Panic filled his voice. "T-they open the door… oh God, oh God… please…" Allen wailed, his eyes tightly closed, his body pressed against the black sofa. He was reenacting the memory.
"Take it easy… calm down… who are 'they'?"
"No… please…" Allen was to immersed in the memory to hear him.
"Allen, listen to me, it's only a memory, it's not happening now. What can you see?"
Bedroom was bathed in light. Scream, trashing about, unnatural noises, words that's not understandable. Pulled from the bed, dragged away.
Screams
Screams
Allen was screaming his head off.
"Let me go! No… NO!"
"Allen! When I get to one you'll wake up…" Cross quickly tried to get back his control over the hypnosis, but Allen was screaming, pressing himself to the sofa. He was pleading to whatever it was tormenting him to let him go, to stop…
"Five, four, three, two, one! Allen, wake up!" The man was in front of Allen, he was squatting, his knees almost touching Allen's. He didn't try shaking him awake in case that would worsen the situation.
Allen woke up, looking around the room with panicked eyes; he was hyper ventilating and tried to get up from his slumped position. The doctor put his hands on the young man's shoulders.
"Look at me, Allen, look at me!" Allen, still breathing fast, turned to look at the doctor in front of him.
"That was just a memory, it's already happened. Now, tell me what did you see?" Tears formed in Allen's eyes and his breathing calmed down a bit.
"T-they took me away… God…" Allen's shaking hands went up to cover his face to then suddenly start clutching on the sofa's armrest and the other was grabbing his white shirt in a similar, panicked manner.
"Who took you? What did they look like?" Allen stared frightfully into the doctor's red eyes and said, almost whispered:
"…Not who… what", Cross frowned.
"What is it? Describe it", he inquired, Allen whimpered and closed his eyes.
"They're not from here…" Allen's breath hitched, tears falling down his cheeks.
"What do you mean, Allen?"
"Oh God…" His hands went up to hide his face again. "Oh God, oh God, oh God…" Tears fell freely now, the doctor stood up and went to his desk, there he picked up a small box of paper napkins. He came back to the sofa and gave the box to Allen. The doctor sat down on his armchair again, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he said:
"We'll stop here; you're in no state to continue our session anymore today." Allen had calmed down and he nodded to show that he was listening. The doctor stood up and then helped Allen to stand as well.
"Do you have someone to pick you up? You shouldn't be driving right now?" Cross asked.
"I-I can call L-lavi", Allen stuttered, his voice weak and unsteady.
"Call him, he's your friend right?" Allen nodded. "Whenever you feel that you can talk about this call me, alright? Doesn't matter when", the doctor opened the door that connected his office with the lobby, he lead Allen to the exit, passing the nervous, brown-haired receptionist who had worry written all over her face.
When the door was closed and Allen was outside, the doctor looked to make sure that the white-haired, young man indeed did call someone before he turned on his heels to stalk back to his office.
"Dr. Cross, will Mr. Walker be okay?" The receptionist asked, the doctor stopped with his hand on the golden handle. He didn't look back as he answered uncertainly:
"I don't know, Miranda, I don't know", with that he left the lobby. Miranda looked at the closed dark brown door, and then she looked out through the large window to see Mr. Walker meet up with a cheerful red-haired young man. They talked for a bit before Mr. Walker gave what Miranda guessed to be car keys to the other. Then they entered a dark blue car and drove away.
I have only five words to say to why I wrote this: I saw "The Fourth Kind".
So... did you like it? With the flashback scenes I tried to write this "flowing" motion, like when in a movie you see everything from the character's pov, that was my failed attempt to write something like that (though I don't think it was that bad).
To those that are waiting for an update on Dear Diary - will take some while to get the chapter done (I'll write a little every day or so, so that it'll get finished someday), I'm writing on the Eternity theme for the Yullen week (I'm so disappointed that I didn't managed to finish it last year :\ - though that one will be at the very least 10 000 words, so I'll put it up as a separat two-shot story).
Are any of you interested in a follow-up on this story? Then please review and tell me!
Oh right, my poll is still open ^^