By Gwilwileth & Earedien
Prologue
The room was that of an intellectual, it was easily seen. A wall was covered from one end to the other in books of varying sizes, shades and thickness. A desk was piled in somewhat messy piles, yet a feel organisation was upheld. The computer was covered in post it notes, all neatly colour coded, a messy hand had scrawled across them in perfectly neat rows.
A suite of deep blue was in the centre of the room a Persian rug between them.
Atop an armchair a clipboard held in hand, pen poised sat a man in his forties, his hair already slightly greying. "As I was saying miss-"
"Look, you're going to say I'm mad, yes, I already know that you are, don't shake your head at me. This…this…story, no adventure I had, was so surreal and I know it sounds impossible. It's not, honestly, I can remember it as clear as day, and I know I have no proof."
"Could you please stop talking? I need to say something!"
"I thought psychology was the talking therapy."
"It is. You can talk, but I have too as well or you won't get anywhere will you?"
"Why do you care? You're paid to sit there and listen to my delusions."
"I don't think they're delusions."
"Yes, you do." Blue eyes flashed "don't lie to me, I'm not some naïve girl any more, I know when people are lying to me, you would to if you lived around them, maybe only for three weeks but I can still tell, they were so good at lying and well, to be honest you're not."
"You're hardly a girl." The psychologist looked at the woman in pity
"You think?"
"Yes I do."
"It was rhetorical. And any one with half a brain could tell that you think, unless that certificate in the frame, pride of place over the mantle piece is a lie."
The mans eyes briefly flickered over to the certificate showing that he had indeed got his degree in Psychology with honours at Oxford of all places.
"Stop trying to distract me."
"I'm easily distracted, write that down in your notes it could be important."
"I want to get into the core of the matter, you believe you were abducted-"
"Good heavens no! Maybe that certificate is a fake; I'll take a look at it later. I said I was, well how would I put it? Transported? Shifted? I don't know! This is why I came to you, though I can see that it was a bad idea. Too much money an hour for you to ask me questions I don't know the answer to. If I wanted to do that I could have rung my mother she's great at that."
"You seem confused." Announced the man, clicking his pen as if to prove his point.
"That's it? Confused? My goddamned cat could tell me that, and he has no degree, for gods sake he can't even spell now please tell me something I don't know. If I have to admit to going to a shrink could I at least be able to say that I got something out of it?"
"I hadn't finished. You seem confused as to what actually happened so I'm going to-"
"Submit me to a mental institution where I can end my days in a padded cell rocking slowly backwards and forward?"
"So I'm going to recommend that you go home and sleep on it, whatever, and write down clearly what happened, inside your head, your thoughts, feelings anything that you feel may be relevant. When you're done come back and give it to me and I'll read it and see what I think, that would be the best way forward. I need to know what happened." His face contorted into an odd shape "exactly so that I can help you, the more organised, the better."
"You want me to write it out? Re-live it?" the woman looked none to pleased
"Yes I do."
"But I don't want to."
"If you want me to help you this is the best way forward. And on the plus side you won't have to spend large amounts of money on me listening to you as you find it so outrageous."
"Yes, fine, I'll do it. Should I arrange an appointment for my next session?"
"Write it out, come in leave it on my secretaries desk she will give it too me, I'll call you when I have finished reading it."
After a lengthy drive home the women sat at her desk a finger atop the F and J buttons ready to start typing.
I was sitting on my bed… keys were pressed furiously.
Well that is the first chapter in all of its glory…Feel free to review…