Chapter 10: The vision
Kyle sat silently in the waiting room with his parents. The thought of him seeing a therapist made him think that this was more serious than he thought. But for some reason he felt that maybe Stan was right. Maybe he was physic. He hoped he was wrong, though. He didn't want all those visions to come true. He hoped that he was delusional.
Soon, the therapist came out. "Kyle Brovlovski, could I have you come into my office?"
"Go ahead, Kyle," Sheila said.
The nine year old jumped out of his seat and stepped into the office. He sat down in the chair and watched the therapist face him from his chair.
"Hello Kyle, I'm Doctor Randall."
"Hi," Kyle replied, not thinking of anything else to say. He moved a bit in his chair, and finally came still, making himself comfortable.
"How are you?"
He said nothing, maybe thinking Doctor Randall would get the hint that he was not ok.
"Ok. Well...I wanna talk to you about these dreams you're having."
"Ok."
"I want you to tell me everything you saw in your dreams. And please be as specific as you can."
Stan ran toward Cartman's house and knocked on the door.
Five seconds later and the fat boy answered it. "What do you want?"
"Cartman this is serious. Kyle went to a therapist!"
"Well, it's about time. He should have done that nine years ago."
"Cartman, this isn't funny! Kyle has been getting horrible visions, and I'm thinking maybe that they will come true. What if he's physic?"
Cartman looked confused. "Stan, Kyle is not physic. He's faking all of it."
"Cartman! You were in one of those visions! And it wasn't pretty! He went to the doctor yesterday, and they found nothing wrong with him. He's not sick or anything. He has to be physic."
"So why are you telling me this?"
"I think I should let you know, getting you aware that you might die. So you better stay safe."
"I'm not gonna die, Stan! Now go home!" Cartman slammed the door shut, leaving Stan standing there.
Stan sighed, and ran off, going to Kenny's house.
In Therapy
"Ok," Doctor Randall said, "is that all you can remember?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, now. Your parents told me that you got a huge headache and passed out on the floor, saying you saw horrible stuff."
"Yes!"
"What stuff was that?"
"People who I love dying. And some weird scary thing trying to get me."
"Ok, young man. Have you had sad thoughts about your friends and family dying?"
"No!"
"Have you seen any scary movies at all?"
"No! Please, this isn't my fault! It just happened!"
Stan finally got to Kenny's house, and got his poor friend to come out. "Kenny come on! We have to go get Kyle!" He ran off with his friend.
In Therapy
"Kyle," Randall said, "there has to be some part of your imagination that is doing this to you."
"No! It's random! I think maybe that I'm...ahhh!" The Jew grabbed his head, trying to stop the pain. He suddenly saw some figure coming down to Earth, but something that made him think it was evil.
"Kyle, are you alright?"
"Ahh!"
Doctor Randall grabbed the boy and put him on a sofa, trying to make him feel better. "Kyle, are you alright."
He didn't move. He just lay there, holding his head, with his teeth clenched.
Stan and Kenny finally got to the building where Kyle was. "We're coming Kyle!" Stan cried, as he entered. "Where's Kyle?!"
"Stan, what on earth.." Sheila said.
"Where is he!"
"He's in therapy right now."
"He doesn't need to be in therapy! There's nothing wrong with him. The whole time he has been seeing images that will come in the future. None of it crossed his mind until now. He's phys..."
All of a sudden, the lights went out, and a huge sound filled the town.
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