The Never Happened

CHAPTER 1: I'm Special.. huh?

"What is happening? This is weird. I mean.... I'm remembering stuff that has never happened. What do I do. Am I going mad? This is turning me whack!" I shouted impatiently.

"Calm down Ansel. Wait just relax, take a deep breath and dictate what you saw," said the psychiatrist.

I just followed the instructions and started dictating my vision, "I've been going through something strange from the past few days. I am able to see unusual stuff, I feel like I'm remembering something but it has actually never happened. I don't know how to tell you..."

"C'mon just say what you saw, don't be scared."

"I am having the same vision from the day this problem has started. It is like, hmm... a lady and a man enter a dark room where a young boy is sleeping. It is so dark that nothing is clear. The man keeps something under the pillow on which the boy lies, maybe sleeps, whatever you want to say. He leans over the boy and lovingly sways his hand on his forehead and both, the lady and the man walk out..."

"Okay so are you sure this has never happened with you? I mean maybe you have seen it unconsciously and are not able to recall when it happened."

"No, I am sure that I have never seen this happening. See if I can remember the whole incident why will I feel that I have never gone through it. All these things I am able to see have no connection with me. Try to understand I am just having a series of images being played in front of my eyes which I have no idea about."

"When did all this start?"

"This started maybe about a week ago."

"Exactly after two days your father committed suicide.... Ohh... I'm sorry I should not have said that.'' There was and awkward silence for a while. i could just make out from this that the doctor had just started with her job. She continued, ''I just want to ask one thing that do you feel that what you are seeing is delusion maybe? Maybe because your father died you are in trauma and maybe as a result you are having these unlikely visions."

"Oh god! This is insane. You think that I'm so impacted by that father's death who never even cared for me? Now let me tell you one thing very clearly that I was not at all close to my father so his death has no impact on my life! Just get that in your head Doctor." I try to calm down but I burst again having no control over my stupid mouth, "Why does every person I talk about this to draws this conclusion? If I had to listen to the very same thing all over again from you who actually studies the HUMAN PSYCHOLOGY I could have stayed at home sitting with my so called family. I can't believe I paid you to hear this bullshit!"

Okay I overreacted but I was listening to the very same things from almost all the people around me.. I was sick of it now. And anyway I went to her not to hear the same conclusion everyone else made. She had a degree from Harvard okay? If everyone could make out my problem then there would not be the need of psychiatrists for god's sake! I had not paid her to listen to the same crap! I really expected her to help...

"You don't want to believe this," she continued, "but probably this is the truth. Your father never loved you and now you are imagining and making up incidents that you wish would have happened."

"Okay I am leaving! I can't take this anymore. You are just making up stuff! I have these visions whenever my mother comes in front of me. Suddenly, they start playing in my head like a film. But you won't understand, forget it!"

I angrily left the clinic but later i was mad at myself for I was acting like a child. But I just panicked at that moment seeing what the doctor had deduced of my vision. But I knew that she was not right, maybe.... I mean I was never so close to my father then why will I start assuming stuff that has never happened. Tomorrow I have another appointment with her I will just clear all this out, and well, maybe I will apologize, just waiting for tomorrow.

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The next morning I set off to the clinic. As I entered the plain white room Dr. Rachel gave a warm smile and offered a cup of coffee. She abruptly started the session by asking, "So you said you always have that vision when you see your mother, right?"

I fumbled and answered "Not always, but whenever I have that vision my mom is in front of me."

"Can you have that vision right now?"

I was confused at her sudden questioning and concentrated on the vision. A few minutes passed by but I still could not have the vision being played in front of my eyes. I tried harder but at last I gave up and said that I could not see the vision right now. She gave a slight smile, a smile of triumph. As if she became sure about something.

"Now concentrate on me," she continued with a break. "Just concentrate and tell me that do you see something, do you have a vision."

I found her request weird but just did what she said. To my surprise I had a different vision. I started explaining what I saw, "I saw an old man in a hospital, lying on a snow white bed with a young lady sitting next to him. His condition seemed pretty bad, as if he was just taking his last breath. Both of them had a small conversation and laughed as if they were having the time of their life!"

She sighed and said,"The man you saw was my father, he was on his death bed, yesterday was the last time I talked to him. We laughed at the wonderful moments we had and a few hours later he passed away," her voice was low, there was silence and then suddenly she exclaimed, "Do you realize what this means? I was just remembering this incident when you saw it happening. You are able to see what people are remembering at that very moment."

"So you mean I'm a psychic and I can read minds?"

"You can't read minds, you can just feel an event that a person is trying to remember."

"It's like a sixth sense or what?"

"Ya, kind of..... This is known as memory acceleration. In this a person can read any life event that the other is remembering, by just concentrating! You see Ansel.... You are special!

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