Forgotten

There was no comfort in counselling.

"Why don't you start with why you're having these nightmares, Medellia?"

The older woman – a sixty-something lady with thin white eyebrows and grey-flecked wispy brown hair – pursed her lips whilst studying her teenage patient. This was the girl's third session this month, and according to the file clipped to the folder on her lap, the patient had already been to two other clinics before her's.

Off the record, she'd been told that Medellia was becoming a hopeless case. A hard case. Rumours were spreading around her, whilst she kept a tighter lip than a lawyer.

They said she'd driven three psychiatrists mad. But that was just rubbish.

Looking at the girl now, the older woman could see that Medellia wasn't the average depressed teenager suffering from nightmares. Nine times out of ten the most her patients needed was a good run of anti-depressants and a healthy dose of TLC.

But there was something different in the girl's grey-blue eyes that glared at her now. Something deep. Dark. Something she couldn't entirely put her finger on.

"You wouldn't believe me... even if I did tell you."

She hissed the words, a subtle threat amongst them. Hostility. Her file breathed it.

The psychiatrist tried a new approach. "Perhaps you could tell me what happens in your nightmares, then? No harm in tell me."

This caused an eye roll. "Nightmares. Sure." She made an exaggerated sigh. "I dream that I am Medea – the legendary sorceress of Greek mythology. I dream that I am powerful, so powerful that I am able to destroy the descendant of Medea's mortal enemy... Jay." Mockingly, she pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, pretending to faint.

The psychiatrist couldn't keep the excitement off her face. Finally, a breakthrough! This was the confession that she'd been praying for since Medellia's parents had transferred their precious daughter to her clinic a week ago.

But there was time to celebrate later. She cleared her throat. "And how- "

"-How does that make me feel?" Medellia's eyes glittered dangerously. "Wonderful. Powerful. Unstoppable."

The older woman nodded furiously, scribbling notes onto her folder. Incredible. Medellia – the hotshot hockey player whom no therapist could help – was opening up to her.

Medellia chuckled; a sinister, hair raising sound. "Now that you've declared me insane, can I go? I've got a game on tonight."

She nodded lowly. "But I would like to organise a meeting with your parents. I think we'll be arranging a few courses of medication." Perhaps a few rounds of therapy wouldn't go astray. I know a wonderful group in Toronto that caters for the hallucinating cases...

"I won't be needing those."

There was something in the patient's cold address that made her glance upwards from her notes, just for a second. Instantly, she screamed – but the sound never left her lips.

Medellia's eyes had changed. Blue-grey was now a glowing, pulsating green. When she spoke, the voice was harsh, metallic and... hypnotic?

"You will forget this meeting!" The girl cried, eyes flashing. "You will forget!"

"I will forget." The psychiatrist repeated dumbly, not flinching as the folder in her hands burst into green flames.

Forget. Forget. Forget...

She crumpled to the floor, and would wake with no recollection of her meeting with Medellia – or the rest of the week for that matter – save the glowing green eyes that would haunt her sleep.

Stepping over the unconscious body, Medellia sighed as her eyes returned to normal, blinking a few times as she readjusted back to her fully human state. It used to hurt, moving between forms. Now it was just a factor in her life. Keep the secret. The Descendants – the filthy vermin that Cronus worked so nobly to destroy – had cursed her to keep the secret. Now she was forced to deal with psychiatrists. Her – the descendant of the mighty Medea!

The older woman groaned slightly – she'd be waking up soon. Which meant that it was time for Medellia to go.

She strode to the exit, pausing at the door for a few moments to glance at her victim on the floor.

If only I could do that to myself, she thought. Forget.

Forget.

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I've always wondered what happened to Medellia, so this is my take on it. She did mention that she would go for some counselling at the end of Field of Nightmares after all!