DISCLAIMER: See Chapter One

Chapter Two: The Beginning

"Natalie? Sweetie? You need to wake up now." The young man that was whispering to Nallie, now called Natalie, caressed her cheek lovingly. His light brown hair hung down over his tanned face. Natalie moaned and stuffed her face deeper into her pillow. "Natalie"

"Guhhhhaa" Natalie screamed and bolted up, smacking right into her surprised and concerned husband leaning over her. She rubbed her head in pain while her husband, Jak Spinott, looked at her confused. Noticing his look, Natalie blushed.

"Are you okay" Natalie grinned sheepishly and nodded her head. Jak raised his eyebrow and nodded back.

"It was just a weird dream." He stood up, still staring oddly at her, and left the room. Nallie got up and dressed casually, but nicely, for today was the first day with her new psychiatrist.

Natalie had been seeing a psychiatrist since she was 15, when she had her first breakdown. It had happened when she was being taunted by the school bullies. They just happened to do this during Egg Fridays at school, which was the morning they had eggs for breakfast. Everybody attended Egg Friday. Natalie just couldn't take anymore pressure and she stuffed the eggs on her plate into their faces. Covered in goo, they were shocked by her unusual actions. Then she jumped up and pummeled them, all while the rest of the school just watched in fascination at the tiny girl. She was suspended and had to attend counseling. Normally Nallie would have been expelled, except her memories were suppressed and they suspected that had to do with the sudden outburst.

Once Nallie was completely dressed and had her morning coffee, she left in silence. The ride to the doctors' office in her expensive red car took a good 20 minutes. Nallie casually walked right past the glaring receptionist, whom she had come to know and hate. Nallie finally stopped in front of a door with a plaque that read 'Dr. Lincoln'. She waltzed right in with out knocking.

"Oh my! I didn't know anyone was here." The young woman who said this had a smile on her face, with a hint of a startled demeanor. She was tall and thin, with short brown hair. Nallie just nodded in response and immediately lay down on the brown leather couch. "So, who are you?"

"Natalie Spinott. I've been coming for 10 years, I've gone through 11 unsuccessful shrinks, and you're going to fail just like the others." Nallie said this routinely with no emotion. Lincoln just raised her eyebrow and scribbled a bit on her paper.

"Okay. I see on your file that you started when you were 15?" Nallie just looked at Lincoln annoyed.

"I know all of this. Can we just get through this session?" Lincoln nodded, slightly taken aback at Nallie's unexpected rudeness.

"Sooo, has anything happened that I should know about?"

"I saw my brother die when I was 7. He was only 12. According to the docs, I repressed all of the memories. I don't remember what happened." Lincoln nodded sadly and scribbled some more on her clip board. Nallie just stared into space, ready to fall asleep.

"Have you ever tried regression therapy?" Nallie looked over confused. Lincoln noticed this change in emotion.

"What?"

"Regression therapy. To put it simply, I hypnotize you and ask you questions." Nallie scrunched her nose a bit.

"No. I'm not paying a shrink to play mind games with me."

"Yes, I realize that but we may-"

"No. And I believe it is now time for me to leave." Nallie abruptly stood up and walked out the door. Looking at the clock, Lincoln couldn't believe that their whole hour was up.

"How in the world…."

A/N: I realized this morning that I needed to update badly. Sorry it's so short. Oh, and I'm NOT going to say everything is accurate about the psychiatry and regression therapy. I could be wrong!