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Eric made sure when he told Dr. Everett about the island, he took as long as possible, because he did not want to talk about the cave and what happened there. He would try to avoid as best as he could. Unfortunately Eric had some trouble remembering every detail about his time spent on the island. So by the end of session he had gotten up to when the plane came back onshore. The next time he talked to Dr. Everett he would have to tell her about Kevin and all the horrible things. Eric was trying his best to forget all that had happened and now he would have to relive it all. Most of what happened was a blur, but certain things stuck out, it all felt as if were a dream. The kind a person cannot remember after they wake up.

"Today was a great start; I will be looking forward to seeing you soon." Dr. Everett smiled.

Eric got up from his seat and left without saying anything. Pamela talked to Dr. Everett for a minute, while Eric sat in the waiting room. They were probably going to put him in a loony bin soon, which would be just great. Then Abby would have total access to him. But then again maybe he was crazy, he did see Abby everywhere. No, what Eric saw was real, he could feel her, it was all too real.

Pamela came out of Dr. Everett's and they headed home. The car ride was silent, Eric was tempted to ask what Dr. Everett had said, but deep down he did not want to know. When they got home Pamela made dinner. Emily stared at Eric the whole time, but did not say anything. Eric could see the thousand questions she wanted to ask in her mind, but he assumed his father told her not to say anything. Pamela made chicken and Eric noticed that Richard set the table with plastic forks and knives.

Eric stared down at the table, "You don't trust me now?" Eric knew if he looked in the cabinets all the sharp objects would be gone, anything Eric could use to hurt himself in the house would be hidden.

Pamela ignored Eric's question, "Just eat your dinner."

After dinner Eric took a shower, his mother made him leave the door unlocked. Once he was done, Eric went to his room and sat on his bed. He left his door open, because he knew his mother would make him. This was getting ridiculous, yes Eric could not stand living anymore, but seeing his mother act so paranoid hurt. He hated being the way he was and more than anything Eric just wished he could go back and change it all. He wished he could stop himself from ever getting on that plane.

Eric sighed, contemplating whether or not to try and sleep. He got up from his bed and over to his iguana tank. She needed food and water and a litter change. Nope sleep was off the menu tonight. As slowly as he could, Eric took care of his beloved iguana, the iguana that saved him from a giant lizard bite on the island. He really was charmed, more like cursed, if he tried to kill himself something would probably get in the way because he was too lucky of a guy to get seriously hurt. Eric walked over to his window and stared out at the stars. He was tempted to hop out his window and leave, never to return. But running away would not make Abby go away, leaving would not take all the memories out of his mind. He was stuck and soon he would have to relive it all, Dr. Everett will try to get every detail out of him.

The next few days seemed to be a blur for Eric. He was dreading his next appointment with Dr. Everett. The few hours that he got to sleep, Abby invaded again, like always. The dreams were starting to feel like he could not escape them anymore, like he would never wake up. Occasionally Eric saw Abby when he was awake; staring at him out the window, peeking around the corner. She was all he thought about and he wanted it to end. Pamela would barely leave Eric alone for an hour or two. She checked on him constantly, forced him to eat, and made sure he took the sleeping pills the doctors subscribed. The pills helped a little bit, but not much; they mostly caused the feeling of not escaping from the dreams.

Finally the day had come for Eric to tell Dr. Everett about Kevin. He sat down in her office and waited for her to start. She asked and Eric began to tell. As he was telling her what exactly had happened he began to get things jumbled up. Maybe he had gotten knocked on the head harder than he thought. Eric remembered everything up to Abby; he remembered Kevin telling him who he was and his plans for the others. He remembered getting hit and cut by Kevin; eating the flesh off his skin, that was hard to talk about. Eric could even remember the smell of the cave and what the vines felt like digging into his wrists. Everything was clear, until Abby. All that happened after seemed to be a blur, Abby and Kevin dying, Eric burying her, him running and then camp. He remembered when he forgot everything and when little things came back; how it felt to be so confused. He was still having trouble remembering things, like his phone number and his friend's names.

After he told Dr. Everett what he could about the island he told her about the 'dreams' and how Abby was everywhere. Eric did not look at Dr. Everett at all throughout the session, but kept his eyes the ground. She would probably consider him a nut job and want to send him to a mental hospital right then.

Her voice was concerned, "Eric, when some people go through something as traumatic as what happened to you, they tend to block out key things. I believe that you have done that to a certain degree and have mixed up what exactly happened there. When your mind blocked out that, I believe it blocked out other things in your mind as well."

Eric continued to look at the blue carpet, "So what do I do?"

"I'm going to speak with your mother and we will continue the session next week. The sooner we straighten things out the better, right?"

"Yeah," Eric got up and went to the waiting room.

Pamela entered Dr. Everett's office, she looked at her with desperate eyes hoping she would have and answer.

"Mrs. McGorrill, I think Eric has locked some important things in his mind. And in order for him to get better we need to reach deep in and bring them out. If I did not think his health was at risk then I would not suggest this, but I want you to consider letting me have a hypnotherapy session with him."

"What exactly is that?"

"We would put him into a trance and dig deep in his mind, he would have to relive some things and confront his inner thoughts. I believe though that we can effectively help his situation and get him to come to terms with what happened. He needs to remember exactly what happened in order to recover from it."

Pamela thought for a moment, "I let you know once I've talked to Eric and my husband."

"Of course."

"Thank you,"

Pamela went to the waiting room and got Eric. Tonight she would have to consider whether or not to let Eric go through the treatment, it would be a long night.

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AN: Thanks for reading! Yeah I know this is going in a kinda random direction, but endings are my weakness a bit. I always try to do well and I think this will come out right in the end. Next chapter should finally be the last! (maybe haha)