Sweet Memories?
Where do these stories come from? Sometimes I worry about myself!
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Ralph rolled over in his lover's arms, wishing the light bursting through the window would go away and leave him to sleep. The young man against him mumbled something in his sleep, and Ralph gently pushed him away, reluctant to leave. Getting out of bed, he dressed quickly and headed down the stairs to get some breakfast, before exiting the house and cycling into the town centre.
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Twenty minutes later, he was lying on a couch in an office he had never visited before. He could hear the steady 'tick tick' of the clock on the office wall. The office itself was painted a slightly nauseating pale yellow colour, which Ralph suspected to be the 'neutral environment'. Behind him, he could hear the creak of a chair as Dr Scott sat down and crossed his legs.
"Hello, Ralph," said the doctor in a friendly tone. Ralph grunted. "Now.." Ralph heard the rustle of paper as the doctor flipped through some sheets. "Why are you here, Ralph?" It was an odd way to phrase the question, Ralph thought.
"I'm here because there's a section of my childhood I have no memories of whatsoever and I'd like to try to recover them," he replied succinctly.
"Right.." murmured the doctor. "What period of your childhood?" he asked, leaning forward and making the chair creak again.
"When I was around 12." He didn't know why, but these questions were making Ralph awkward. He fingered the hem of his shirt and listened to the rustlings behind him as he waited for the doctor to continue.
"Have you told anybody about this?" he asked after a moment. Ralph paused.
"No," he replied, carefully.
"Why not?" asked the doctor, seemingly curious. This was what Ralph had been dreading, the questions he couldn't answer for a reason he didn't know.
"I don't know. Instinct," he added, glancing at the cracking white paint on the ceiling. The doctor made some interested-sounding noises and rustled some more, before putting down his clipboard and coming to crouch in front of Ralph.
"What you have is a case of repressed memory. You have, most probably, experienced something bad and your mind has shut it out as protection against it. I can help you recover it, if.." he paused. "If that is what you decide you really want. Let me make it clear that your mind has probably shut this memory away for a good reason, and it could be unwise to uncover it." Looking at Ralph, the doctor shifted onto the couch, sitting just to the side of Ralph's hips. "You don't have to decide now. You can go home and think about it. In fact, that's what I suggest you do." Standing up, the doctor brushed down his trousers and extended a hand to Ralph to help him up. Taking it, Ralph also stood, finding himself just slightly taller than the doctor, who regarded him over his half-moon spectacles. Ralph nodded and picked up his bag, bid the doctor goodbye and left the building, collecting his bike and cycling on towards his workplace.
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Please review and tell me if I should continue. If you don't I'll just carry on mwahahahahaha!
Where do these stories come from? Sometimes I worry about myself!
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Ralph rolled over in his lover's arms, wishing the light bursting through the window would go away and leave him to sleep. The young man against him mumbled something in his sleep, and Ralph gently pushed him away, reluctant to leave. Getting out of bed, he dressed quickly and headed down the stairs to get some breakfast, before exiting the house and cycling into the town centre.
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Twenty minutes later, he was lying on a couch in an office he had never visited before. He could hear the steady 'tick tick' of the clock on the office wall. The office itself was painted a slightly nauseating pale yellow colour, which Ralph suspected to be the 'neutral environment'. Behind him, he could hear the creak of a chair as Dr Scott sat down and crossed his legs.
"Hello, Ralph," said the doctor in a friendly tone. Ralph grunted. "Now.." Ralph heard the rustle of paper as the doctor flipped through some sheets. "Why are you here, Ralph?" It was an odd way to phrase the question, Ralph thought.
"I'm here because there's a section of my childhood I have no memories of whatsoever and I'd like to try to recover them," he replied succinctly.
"Right.." murmured the doctor. "What period of your childhood?" he asked, leaning forward and making the chair creak again.
"When I was around 12." He didn't know why, but these questions were making Ralph awkward. He fingered the hem of his shirt and listened to the rustlings behind him as he waited for the doctor to continue.
"Have you told anybody about this?" he asked after a moment. Ralph paused.
"No," he replied, carefully.
"Why not?" asked the doctor, seemingly curious. This was what Ralph had been dreading, the questions he couldn't answer for a reason he didn't know.
"I don't know. Instinct," he added, glancing at the cracking white paint on the ceiling. The doctor made some interested-sounding noises and rustled some more, before putting down his clipboard and coming to crouch in front of Ralph.
"What you have is a case of repressed memory. You have, most probably, experienced something bad and your mind has shut it out as protection against it. I can help you recover it, if.." he paused. "If that is what you decide you really want. Let me make it clear that your mind has probably shut this memory away for a good reason, and it could be unwise to uncover it." Looking at Ralph, the doctor shifted onto the couch, sitting just to the side of Ralph's hips. "You don't have to decide now. You can go home and think about it. In fact, that's what I suggest you do." Standing up, the doctor brushed down his trousers and extended a hand to Ralph to help him up. Taking it, Ralph also stood, finding himself just slightly taller than the doctor, who regarded him over his half-moon spectacles. Ralph nodded and picked up his bag, bid the doctor goodbye and left the building, collecting his bike and cycling on towards his workplace.
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Please review and tell me if I should continue. If you don't I'll just carry on mwahahahahaha!
