“Admiring the view? I trust it is to your satisfaction, though not as high up as your old therapist’s office, but given the circumstances perhaps that is for the best.”
“Yeah…I…”
“Come now, step away from the window and get comfortable. We’re not going to get to the bottom of anything with you pacing back and forth like that.”
“Sorry, I’m just used to my old therapist’s approach; he was a lot less rigid.”
“You think I’m rigid? Perhaps I could stand to relax a little, but I don’t think that approach worked for you before, so why should it work now?”
“I suppose...”
“Do you still feel bad about what happened?”
“I…how could you ask me that…? I mean, if I hadn’t felt like I had something to prove, then maybe…”
“Which is why you never went to another therapist; you were, and still are, I suspect, afraid you may have something to prove.”
“Maybe…”
“But you see you don’t have anything to prove, not to me, because I believe you. How could I not, after what happened.”
“I suppose so…”
“He was a good friend of mine you know. We both came up in the same class, graduated first and second in the college; we were the best in the business. That’s why I sought you out, why I’m giving you such a discount for my services, because if he couldn’t help you, then the only one who can is me.”
“What I’m dealing with isn’t something you can just talk through.”
“Oh believe me I know. In fact, I read the last few pages of his notebook; would you like to hear the last thing he wrote?”
“I’m not sure that’s…”
“X year, X month, X day: The patient spent the duration of today’s session in a state of confusion. There was obviously something he wanted to tell me, but it seemed like he couldn’t find the words. Rather than prod it out of him, I allowed him the time necessary to articulate his thoughts. Finally, he said that he had been having dreams. When I asked him to describe these dreams in more detail, he said he couldn't. Then he cut our time short and said he would see me next week.
X year X month X day: This is impossible, my hands continue to shake as I write this, he…he said his dreams are his reality, that he makes his dreams come true in the most literal sense. He just flew out my window, like a bird, just flew away, this man. He said he can bring people back from the dead…he can fly…my God he can fly…wait…if he can do these things…maybe he is a god…he can create life…he can fly…no…no he’s just a man…he’s just a man…but wait, I’m just a man too…that means…that means I can fly…ha ha ha ha…I can fly…I’m going to fly out my window, just like he did…ha ha…right now, and be free…like a bird…”
“Please…no more…”
“And then he leapt from his 47th floor office window, and, much to his disappointment I would imagine, did not fly.”
“I know…I know…it’s all my fault, all I’m doing is killing people…”
“Get a hold of yourself, you're making a mess. How are you killing people?”
“What…?”
“You said you were killing people, just now. What did you mean?”
“….”
“You’ve come this far, now is the time to come clean. You’re chained to all your failures in life: your wife leaving you, your dead end job, your pitiful state of living, and now, even with what appears to be all the power in the world, you still can’t make your real dreams come true. Your wife isn’t in your arms; you still have no money, no sense of self worth. Come clean with me here and now, and we can begin to start over, to build the life you deserve.”
“I dreamt them…and they came true…”
“What came true?”
“The…demons…out there…when it rains…because of them…”
“What do you mean?”
“I have dreams, but I also have nightmares…and those come true as well.”
“What are your nightmares about?”
“You don’t get it; they’re out there, hunting us, killing people…she’ll kill everyone…”
“Who will? Who is ‘she’?”
“What…?”
“You said ‘she’ll kill everyone’, who is ‘she’?”
“The Final Nightmare…it’s coming…”
“The Final Nightmare?”
“The Girl…she’s going to do it…I dreamt it, I saw everyone die…I know it will come true…The Girl With the Dead Eyes…”
“Girl With the Dead Eyes, how very interesting. Well, that should be enough notes for the time being, I suppose you all can come in now.”
“What…?”
“These men will be escorting you into custody - for your own safety of course. It is my professional opinion, as well as that of the state, that you be remanded to the nearest psychiatric hospital, where you will be placed under constant surveillance until such a time that you are deemed no longer a threat to society, or to yourself.”
“No! No! You can’t do this! I have to stop her…I have to…let go of me…get your hands off of me! You don’t understand…she’ll kill you all!”
“Yes yes, the Girl With the Dead Eyes, don't worry I will be sure to keep a look out.”
“You’re all dead! If we don’t stop her…we’re all going to die…”
“Gentlemen please hurry; I would like to eat my lunch in relative peace and quiet, perhaps a sedative…ah, thank you gentlemen. Do take care of him now; he will be a most remarkable study. A man who firmly believes he can turn his dreams to reality, a man who truly believes his nightmares have damned us all…how fascinating…how fascinating.”
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