Unexpected Events

Chapter 2

Satine plopped down on her bed and sighed. While he did have his faults, Dr. Furns seemed like a charming man. No wonder Aunt Beth had been friends with him.

            After freshening up, Satine walked down the stairs and turned left. There were hundreds of doors, and they all looked the same.

            Satine had forgotten what number Dr. Furns had said. Wasn’t his office the thirteenth room?

            She walked down the hall to the thirteenth door on the right. The door knob chilled her right to the bone. Slowly, she pushed the door open.

            The room was dark, and Satine fumbled for a light switch. This was not Dr. Furns’ office.

            The walls were stripped of their paint, the furniture dented. There was something dripping off the walls.

Satine felt her eyes widen.

It was blood.

            Satine suppressed a scream. She opened her eyes and sat up off the bed. Had she been asleep?

            She kicked her covers off and rushed out of bed. She didn’t even stop to brush her wild hair.

Satine took Dr. Furns’ directions and burst into his office.

            Dr. Furns stood up immediately when she entered. He walked over to her and led her to a chair. He started to shush her, trying to calm her breathing down. Noticing her wild hair and wrinkled clothes, Dr. Furns asked, “What happened?”

            Satine was suddenly quiet. She and Dr. Furns had emailed each other for the past month, and they had begun to conduct therapy sessions over the Internet. Dr. Furns had an impressive reputation, known for helping his patients through emails and phone calls, as well as local sessions. He had helped Aunt Beth.

That was why Satine had come here.

            Still, it felt wrong to tell Dr. Furns about her dream. How would he react? Would he become suspicious of her?

“I-it was just my aunt. I had a dream about h-her funeral.” Satine lied.

            It wasn’t a total lie. Satine had dreamt of her aunt’s death since she died last month. Satine remembered it clearly.

Satine stood under a tree in Memorial Cemetery. It was a bright, sunny day. Satine coughed, feeling an ache at the irony. Aunt Beth would have loved to be buried on a day like this. The priest finished his prayer, and everyone that had known Aunt Beth stepped up and put a white rose on top of her coffin. She had not had a viewing. The medical examiner had said her face was too mangled…

            Dr. Furns pulled up a chair next to her. “Would you mind telling me about it?”

Satine nodded, her mind transporting them both back to every nightmare she had ever had about her aunt’s death.