"Just lie down on the bed and you'll be fine." Doctor Marshall said in a calm voice.

Jason felt relaxed in the Doctor's private office. If Jason could only use one word to describe the room, it'll be 'white'. Everything from the fluffy carpets to the cool ceiling is white, or at least have hints of white in it. In addition with the soothing classical music played softly in the background, it's the place you would want to go if you are stressed.

However, Jason isn't stressed. He is there to get hypnotized. Police, detectives, private investigators, basically anyone who had investigated the case of the Goode High Shootings believed he is the key to who the Shooter is. Ever since Jason woke up from coma, he had been getting emails, letters, messages, texts, all kinds of things from these people asking his permission to be hypnotized. As Jason has amnesia and is currently unable to remember the events in the Shooting, they thought hypnotizing him could make him tell Doctor Marshall what happened. To make sure Doctor Marshall is telling the truth of what happened, there is a recorder lying beside the bed ready to record every noise Jason makes during his time being hypnotized.

Lying down on the bed and facing the milky white ceiling, he felt sleepy. Perfect for being hypnotized. "Now, take a deep breath and count to ten." Doctor Marshall murmured in his monotoned voice. As Jason did what he was told, the Doctor seemed to be getting something out of his pocket. Once Jason counted to ten, the Doctor looked into Jason's blue eyes intensely and said "Look into my eyes until I say something."

Jason met the Doctor's burning brown eyes. Soon, Jason began to feel drowsy, Doctor Marshall's brown orbs seemed to spin round and round and round. "Jason, close your eyes and think of a 'happy place'. Somewhere you feel safe in. Somewhere you consider paradise." Jason thought of the typical idea of paradise. The serene waves collapsing on seaside rocks, the clear blue seawater and the setting pastel colored sun at the very horizon. Somehow, this seemed very life-like, almost like Jason had been there before. Where did this place remind him of again?

Jason can hear an even-tempered voice from nowhere. "One, two, three, four, five.." the voice trailed far away and faded in the pleasant sound of waves crashing. Jason found himself walking along the white beach, there was nobody with him. It's very unusual for beaches in New York to be so..empty. Plus, Jason could have sworn, New York beaches aren't so quiet and peaceful. Jason didn't remember going to any beaches except for the dirty, overcrowded ones in New York. He didn't really like the ocean that much.

Suddenly, a pretty brunette appeared in front of him. She looks familiar..kind of like Piper, the girl who is supposedly to be one of his close friend. She walked beside Jason silently, their footsteps making the only marks in the smooth sand. It seemed like forever but Jason knew he wasn't there for long.

"Did you get the results you want?"Jason asked curiously.

"No." Doctor Marshall shook his head. "I tried asking you what happened during the two years which you couldn't remember anything from but all you said was something about black stuff and nothing."

"Interesting." Jason nodded. The beach had nothing to do with anything black, During the time he had been hypnotized, black did not come up in his dream.

"You can leave now if you want." Doctor Marshall shrugged and handed him some salted biscuits. "Here, eat these if you're feeling uneasy. They might help you feel better."

Without another word, Jason took the biscuits and left the office. He closed the freshly painted white doors and quickly munched the biscuits. Realizing his shoelaces were untied, he knelt down beside the door and tied them slowly.

"I told you, Boss. He said nothing. I swear!" An exasperated voice traveled through the door. "Yes, I know you told me to swap the recordings but really, why bother?"

Jason grew interested into the conversation. Normally, he isn't an eavesdropper but this seemed to be concerning his recordings. Leaning into the door, the voice grew louder. "Hold on." Beep! Doctor Marshall's voice turned malicious and sly. "Hello. I think I got something that you might want."

"You know what it is. Don't ask me 'what'. After all, you started it."

Jason froze. Started what? He had this feeling inside that it had something to do with him and the recordings.

"Wait. I heard some scratchings outside of my door. You never know." Footsteps drew closer to Jason as he jumped stealthily from the door behind a wall just around the corner and held his breath. A crack of the door opened as Doctor Marshall's face peeped out. "Nope, sorry. Might just be a cat. Now.." The door closed and Jason sighed with relieve. Whew! That was close. No longer listening to Doctor Marshall's phone calls, he crept down the office building's stairs and left.

Okay, so let me get this straight. I had never been hypnotized/hypnotized somebody or know somebody who had experienced either so whatever I mentioned above of how Doctor Marshall hypnotized Jason is purely what I found on Google and I incorporated some of what I thought might work in a real hypnotism thing.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Don't forget to Review! :)

Kisses, Emily