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Date Posted: Friday, July 14, 07:55:41pm
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's message, "New Story - Just Knowing" on Sunday, July 09, 09:48:46am
Chapter 3
It was light where she was, warm, soft.
Nothing mattered. Absolutely nothing.
She heard voices but she didn’t care, didn’t bother to listen.
She didn’t have to.
She floated. Light as air…
Then it was cold. She was shivering.
Wet. How did she get wet?
Terror. Waves of it crashed over her.
Blood, everywhere.
No. No. No.
Stop it! Stop it! Make it all stop!
*****
Simon was beyond terrified. He had to be missing something, but he had no idea what it might be. He had all the files in front of him, but who knew what was true, and what wasn’t. He had spent hours pouring over them for every tiny detail that he could find. Then based on the names in the files he had requested interviews with everyone that they would let him talk with. These people terrified him, every single one of them. He didn’t want to know what awful things had put the cold look into their eyes and the aching emptiness that was visible in words and their souls. Had he been a religious man he might have prayed for them, but he wondered if even divine intervention was possible in this place.
He had also tried to make contact with his patient. Over and over he spent time talking with her, playing music for her, had even – based on the content of her file - requested a cat, but that had not been delivered yet. He knew all the logical things that he could do, he had been well trained in his field, but this place just defied all reason, all sense. None of the logical things seemed possible here.
He was painfully aware that his life was on the line, and the lives of his family. That had been made quite clear the night they broke into his home, kidnapped him from his bed, and took his family as hostages. They assured him that his family was well, occasionally showed him pictures of them located somewhere in the bowels of this hellacious place where they had imprisoned him.
That night had been a nightmare that just didn’t end. They had been blinded and then thrown into vans. They traveled for what seemed like forever and then they were put on a plane and flown, for how long he had no idea. The next thing he knew he was placed into some terrible metal chair, had his blindfold removed and was surrounded by nothing but white. He had sat in that chair for what seemed like hours before she arrived.
“Good evening Mr. Johansson. I do apologize for the manner in which we had to retrieve you. But there were few options available to us.”
“Who are you? Where is my family? Are they all right?” His questions came out in a rush but he couldn’t stop himself, this was all so insane.
“My name is Brianna. And your family is safe, for now.”
He watched as she walked over to a monitor and seconds later his family was on the screen. Both girls were asleep, seemingly fine, his wife watching over them.
“What do you want from us?”
“We want your family to remain safe and sound. You are a very gifted psychotherapist. You have done breakthrough research into catatonic schizophrenia. We need your professional help. You will help us and we will let you, and your family, go home. If you don’t, then you all will be killed. You have one hour to think about this.”
God, what horrible place was this that he had been pulled into? There was nothing to think about. He would do what they wanted him to do, retrieve his family and get them the hell out of this place as fast as he could. He tried to then clear his mind, focus on finding out as much as he could about what they wanted him to do and just do it. These people couldn’t just kidnap him and his family without people asking questions, without some type of investigation. Yes, the police would investigate and they would perform a search as soon as they were reported missing. That gave him some solace as he sat, trapped and waiting.
The small blonde returned to the room, entering through the noisy large door as she had before. “Mr. Johansson I hope you’ve had time to think about the offer put before you. Can I assume that you will help us?”
“Do you guarantee that my family will not be hurt?”
She smiled, but he did not trust her, “Of course.” She released his wrist restraints. “As long as you cooperate, they will be fine.”
That had been a couple weeks ago, maybe longer, he really didn’t know any longer. He just wanted to try to find a way to bring his client back to reality and get out of here. But he had been unsuccessful so far. Everything he had tried and still she remained in her self-inflicted isolation, silent and staring.
He opened the file again to search for the key.
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