Author: turtles-eat-rice PM
"Look, it's him" "He's all alone again" "Yes, but it's better that way" "Yes, better for everybody" "…He's looking" "Quick, we must return home" "Yes" "Shut the door" "Shut the windows" "Lock the door" "Lock the windows-"Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Suspense - Words: 982 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-23-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3103606
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"Look, it's him"
"He's all alone again"
"Yes, but it's better that way"
"Yes, better for everybody"
"Quick, we must return home"
"Shut the door"
"Shut the windows"
"Lock the door"
"Lock the windows-"
The muttering inside his head and the whispering of the townspeople ceased when the door closed behind him. Blissful silence returned to him and consumed him once more in its peaceful embrace. He found it satisfying, but it wasn't enough.
He was hungry for something else.
The stairs creaked beneath his feet as he made his way up, slowly, to bathe in the momentary stillness that had settled over his consciousness.
The man knocked when he arrived at the door.
The sign said
Dr J. Ebbinway
The door swung open, revealing a man in a white coat.
"Ah, yes" he nodded "I was expecting you, come in"
He invited the man to sit down, and so he did.
"You said you could help me"
The man in the white coat smiled and nodded.
"Yes, but first tell me" he propped up his glasses "What do you remember？"
And so the man told him that he couldn't remember anything but crimson red that stained the carpet, a hand that he was afraid of letting go of and a desperate urge to resist and protect.
He told him that he couldn't remember anything prior to being released.
He told him that now, he wanted to remember.
"Are you sure about that?" The doctor sat back in his chair "You may be a very lucky man. I've known more than couple of people who wished they could forget"
"How will you do it?"
The doctor stood up, glancing at the man with a defeated expression "We'll need something that will trigger something in your memories; something that is deeply rooted in you mind. A smell, a colour, an image"
"I don't know"
"Yes, but I was thinking" the doctor walked over to his ebony desk and picked up something that was resting underneath "That this would do" he raised the baseball bat in his hand for the man to see.
"You're going to regret this you pathetic mongrel!" she tried to roar but it came out as a pathetic rasp "I'll give you a good beating, and when I'm done with you, I plan to finish what I started with your pathetic brother over there＂
He looked indifferently down at her, before raising the bat above his head.
"You won't touch him ever again"
She choked on her words; disbelief trapping her tongue.
"Please, don't." Fear flooded through her voice. For the first time, those eyes which were always wicked and shrouded by hate, were filled with fear.
"I'm sorry" she whispered finally.
He didn't hesitate when he brought the bat down on her, for the boy that towered over this woman, was not the same boy that had been tormented everyday for his existence, but was someone much crueler.
There was crack after crack after crack after crack, until she fell to the ground, and still the violence continued.
He beat her until she stopped screaming and blood stained the carpet. He beat her until the sudden rush that had tingled through him started to dwindle away. And only when it finally disappeared did he drop the bat at last
All was silent except for a pathetic wheezing which resonated deep within him and seemed to justify the sin he had just committed. He walked over to the boy the lay broken beside him- a mess of crimson red. He found his hand and held it tightly in his own.
"You're going to be fine Joey"
The man didn't say a word as he opened his eyes.
The doctor sat opposite him, his gaze concentrated on him.
"Did it work?" he smiled expectantly
The man nodded.
He beamed in return and stood up "That's great! You must know that I-"
"You were right" the man said "I was a lucky man"
The doctor stopped, his smile disappearing, and sat back down.
He laced his fingers together and rested his chin upon them. His gaze was serious when he spoke next.
"What did you remember?"
"I killed her" the man looked away "I killed my mother"
"I'm sure you had a good reason"
"No" his gaze returned to the doctor "I just wanted to stop her"
"Stop her from doing what?"
"I don't know"
"…I'm sure you wanted to protect something very important to you"
"But I did it all the same"
Wordlessly the man stood up and left the room.
The doctor slumped back into his armchair, a hand sweeping over his face. Defeat and especially disappointment hung over him like a horrible painting.
Through a gap in his fingers, he looked at the manila folder that rested on his desk. He hesitated before shifting forward and grabbing it.
He shifted through all the various papers that documented the man's health in prison, until he found the form which the man had filled himself prior to seeing him.
He'd left the space after 'sir name' blank, he probably didn't remember.
The doctor picked up a pen, disappointment making his hand heavy as the man had remembered something he should've forgotten and forgotten something that he should've remembered.
He filled in the space for him.
Sir name: Ebbinway
And no, the doctor is NOT HIS FATHER
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