Alien Boy

Living in the State of Denial

 Ferris glanced up from his papers and over his glasses. His patient sat across from him, staring him down with bloodshot eyes. A wide grin plastered on the woman's face. "So, this time it was about, what?" Ferris pinched his nose, then returned his hand to his files to write.

      "They're coming for you." The young woman, only 19, heaved in another breath, scratching at her hands. A small giggle came from her when she saw the serious look on Ferris's face. "They're looking for you." She leaned in, almost shaking her chair from excitement, her smile as wide as ever.

      "Why do you say that, Lyra?" Ferris had faced her before. He'd been her psychologist for three months now, and it was always the same story. Still, his heartbeat was loudly in his chest, and his stomach churned looking at her. Nonetheless, he fixed his posture and scribbled on the files, the same as always.

      "They told me." Lyra hummed, slithering her arms around herself as if holding herself back.

      "Who's they?" Ferris inquired further, pushing up his glasses.

     Lyra said nothing her eyes searched, looking for something.

     Ferris matched her gaze, copying her movements. "Lyra, who is they."

     Her movement stopped, and her smile faded. "They're in control they're chameleons. They'll mirror your black hair and your green eyes, and they'll steal everything from you." She began laughing, "They'll steal your mind."

      Ferris's heart slammed in his chest now, and his jaw clenched. This description was new, and it gave him shivers. The reason he hadn't quit was for the simple fact that Lyra made him feel sane in a contradicting way. He had nightmares of these creatures, the ruin, and gore. He knew these were the same ones Lyra dreamed about as well, but he was sane. He was always himself and never once did he act like his patient.

     "Why do you think that?" Ferris asked

     "I know so." she laughed "They're in disguise, looking for it."

     "Looking for what?"

     "You have it." Lyra ignored the question, and her stare was an omen of death alone, "you're the one." The corners of her mouth twitched once, then silence.

     "Give it to me!" She screamed and lunged forward knocking Ferris from his seat.

      Papers flew and a fight began. Lyra gripped onto him. No matter how much Ferris struggled, it was no use, he was pinned. His glasses had come off and everything was just a blur.

     "Help!" Ferris called out to the guards outside. His hair had fallen into his face, black added into the blurry world around him. He felt pressure on his arm, then Lyra's nails in his skin. he screamed again.

     Security ran in, prying Lyra off. She flailed in their grasp, scratching at Ferris.

     "No, he has it!" She screamed, thrashing at the guards.

      An alarm blared through the facility, and the guards took over, doing what they do best. Ferris weakly grabbed his glasses off of the floor, drops of blood falling to the floor. He was taken to the break room where his scratches were tended to. A guard had hauled him down the halls as Ferris stared at the floor absentmindedly.

     "Hey, is Fair okay?" A voice greeted.

     "He's alright, but a little shaken up."

     Ferris looked up weakly, his glasses lopsided on his face.