Disclaimer: I own nothing but the thoughts in my head. And my made-up
people. And my hamster, but don't tell him that.
Author Says: Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful. No, no, haha. Um, this story just popped into my head. Like popcorn. Doesn't taste like popcorn though. Oh well. Reviews would be swell!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two young women sat in a dimly lit room, one writing, the other just trying to breath.
"What are you feeling now, Ria?"
"Ah, anger. Fury. Rage. Someone's going to die."
The young woman spit her words out, as though they were venom.
The therapist tapped on her notebook with her pen, contemplating something.
"Can you tell me who the anger is directed at? Or who is feeling the anger?"
The woman gave a silent look to her assistant across the , who got on the phone immediately.
Ria pounded on her head, clenching her other fist, trying to repress her 3rd person fury. Each word was a struggle to get out, like a volcano waiting to erupt.
"Ah, no, no no. Can't tell. Uhhh, a man, maybe. Yeah, masculine. Not trying to hold it back. Rage. On a stranger. Doesn't know the person."
By now, Ria had to pace around the room to keep herself under control, something she'd been perfecting for a while.
"He's uh, not calming down. He's he's gonna do it now. He's uh, feeling, uh, happier. Impatient."
Ria suddenly fell to her knees and shrieked, crying in pain.
The therapist, Miss Lia, put her notebook to the side, calmly going over to assist her client.
"It's alright, remember, it will go away. Breathe. There you go."
She patted the hysterical woman's back, waiting for the pain of death to leave her. After a while, Ria calmed down enough to stand up and return to her chair, reveling in the fact that she was alone in her mind for the moment.
Miss Lia followed suit, returning to her own desk, and continued questioning her client.
"Now, can you give me a name? A face? Can you see anyone?"
Sometimes, right before a person died, their mind would sort of scream their last sight into the open, and it might end up being thrown into Ria's mind. Luckily, she doesn't go through the emotional part of it again.
Ria's eyes went blank while she searched for the image.
"Yes. I see. It was a child, or an adult crouched down. No, a little girl, I think. She's looking around ah, ah, a subway, and sees a man behind her. He's furious and watching her. It's him, yes. He runs at her, and, and and he and he's strangling her. Her mother is nearby. Trying to hit the man, to get him off. I'm screaming. Everyone's staring at me. Scared. They're not helping. Just staring. I'm trying to bite him, scratch him. It's not working."
Ria stops, her eyes returning to normal.
"That's it."
Ria's therapist only nodded as she wrote something down, then asked:
"Alright, Ria, can you tell me what the man looks like?"
The patient closed her eyes, bringing the image back up.
"He's in his mid-20's, brownish hair, dark eyes, lean, a little over 6 feet tall."
Lia tore the piece of paper out of her notebook, rose from her chair, and gave her assistant what she had written down.
"Call that in, Sheri." Then she turned back to Ria without enthusiasm, "It seems that you're learning how to control your powers. Unless you'd like to talk about something, you're free to go."
Ria had fulfilled her usefulness for the day, so she left the building without a word.
Author Says: Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful. No, no, haha. Um, this story just popped into my head. Like popcorn. Doesn't taste like popcorn though. Oh well. Reviews would be swell!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two young women sat in a dimly lit room, one writing, the other just trying to breath.
"What are you feeling now, Ria?"
"Ah, anger. Fury. Rage. Someone's going to die."
The young woman spit her words out, as though they were venom.
The therapist tapped on her notebook with her pen, contemplating something.
"Can you tell me who the anger is directed at? Or who is feeling the anger?"
The woman gave a silent look to her assistant across the , who got on the phone immediately.
Ria pounded on her head, clenching her other fist, trying to repress her 3rd person fury. Each word was a struggle to get out, like a volcano waiting to erupt.
"Ah, no, no no. Can't tell. Uhhh, a man, maybe. Yeah, masculine. Not trying to hold it back. Rage. On a stranger. Doesn't know the person."
By now, Ria had to pace around the room to keep herself under control, something she'd been perfecting for a while.
"He's uh, not calming down. He's he's gonna do it now. He's uh, feeling, uh, happier. Impatient."
Ria suddenly fell to her knees and shrieked, crying in pain.
The therapist, Miss Lia, put her notebook to the side, calmly going over to assist her client.
"It's alright, remember, it will go away. Breathe. There you go."
She patted the hysterical woman's back, waiting for the pain of death to leave her. After a while, Ria calmed down enough to stand up and return to her chair, reveling in the fact that she was alone in her mind for the moment.
Miss Lia followed suit, returning to her own desk, and continued questioning her client.
"Now, can you give me a name? A face? Can you see anyone?"
Sometimes, right before a person died, their mind would sort of scream their last sight into the open, and it might end up being thrown into Ria's mind. Luckily, she doesn't go through the emotional part of it again.
Ria's eyes went blank while she searched for the image.
"Yes. I see. It was a child, or an adult crouched down. No, a little girl, I think. She's looking around ah, ah, a subway, and sees a man behind her. He's furious and watching her. It's him, yes. He runs at her, and, and and he and he's strangling her. Her mother is nearby. Trying to hit the man, to get him off. I'm screaming. Everyone's staring at me. Scared. They're not helping. Just staring. I'm trying to bite him, scratch him. It's not working."
Ria stops, her eyes returning to normal.
"That's it."
Ria's therapist only nodded as she wrote something down, then asked:
"Alright, Ria, can you tell me what the man looks like?"
The patient closed her eyes, bringing the image back up.
"He's in his mid-20's, brownish hair, dark eyes, lean, a little over 6 feet tall."
Lia tore the piece of paper out of her notebook, rose from her chair, and gave her assistant what she had written down.
"Call that in, Sheri." Then she turned back to Ria without enthusiasm, "It seems that you're learning how to control your powers. Unless you'd like to talk about something, you're free to go."
Ria had fulfilled her usefulness for the day, so she left the building without a word.