Mental Break

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Well... I tried to write the next chapter. It just wouldn't come so I apologize. I guess I must have had a little mental break myself [hardy har har]

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Chapter Three: Jenn

3.

She inched backwards, eyes utterly focused on the glinting metal things that she could not even identify that hung from the woman's hands. She didn't even recognize that these were the same cool hands that had brushed against her fevered brow when she had been lifted, shaking uncontrollably, from the train mere hours before.

She only saw that way that the light above her head made the silver-gray metal sparkle maliciously as the woman, who still had no face to her, inched closer and closer to her side.

Her mouth dropped a little, wanting to cry out in a scream of terror but she found that her vocal chords were no longer under her control. They had already been scared into regression.

"Don't be a fool Rachele," came the words in silky Italian, "don't you realize that by resisting you are only prolonging your stay here?"

She gulped bitter air several times before attempting to speak but her voice still came out dry, brittle with unuse. "I... I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"What you do is no longer your problem. I will be taking care of everything. You just have to be."

"Be? I don't understand."

There was a soft laughter that came from the darkness that shrouded the woman's' face from view. "You don't need to. People understand so few things truly that this really should have no effect on you."

"Where are we? What are you going to do to me?"

Rachele watched as the woman's' knees slowly lowered, as her whole body leaned in towards the light until the face was in view.

Despite it age, the woman was beautiful with soft flowing brown hair, crinkly eyes and a light smile. They did not seem to fit with her character. She felt a strange twinge deep in the inside of her body as she looked upon this face.  As if it was familiar to her from long ago.

Then again, she didn't remember anything from her childhood any more.

The woman's lips parted and spoke. "You don't remember anything from your past. I'm here to help you remember."

"Help me? This is what you call helping me???"

There was a pause.

"Your voice is beginning to take on a tone of hysteria. Don't panic or else you'll overflow your brain synapses and at this point, judging what you have gone through, I think that that would prove very damaging indeed."

Her hand reached forward and landed lightly and as wonderfully as an angel's wing on her fevered forehead.

Her eyes almost rolled from this touch that cooled her down at least slightly.

"How- How are you going to help me remember?"

"I want you to go under regression therapy. It's like hypnosis. It's painless- I've gone through it myself."

"What will happen?"

The woman's eyes focused suddenly on her and Rachele felt a chill running through her body. She now understood how terrifying this woman truly could be.

"You will remember. And when we are done you will not remember remembering. At that point, when I have all the information I need, you may go back and live the rest of your life."

Tight-lipped, Rachele nodded slowly.

"Good. We'll start tomorrow when you're more rested."

She watched the woman's parting figure and it had just reached the doorway when the voice called out once more. "We're in Casablanca."

TBC...

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