The Night Of Terror

Chapter Five: The First Session

I could feel the thick fabric on my hands as I rested them along the red fabric that was made onto the chair I sat on. As I look up from under my hat I see Dr. Hill admiring the view outside his window. The sun beamed off the window and onto his face. Making it seem a bit yellow tented.

"Before we bring there are a few things I need to make sure you understand." Dr. Hill says. His hands cupped a small tea cup of coffee in the palm of his hands. One that warmed up the atmosphere a bit. "You see, no one can change what happened last year." He mentions. This makes me wince. I don't like talking about this, but the cops persuaded me to take these useless therapy sessions after the incident. "The past is beyond our control." He said.

"You have to accept this in order to move forward." He claims. He was right. I shouldn't blame myself for something I didn't know had happened till too late. I still though wish I had done something. "But there is freedom in this revelation. Everything you do, every decision you make from now on, will open doors to the future. I want you to remember that." He points out. "Every single choice will affect your fate and the fate of those around you."

"These thoughts you talked to me about in our last session. I want to talk about it more. It's significant. I want to see how you would see this through." He says as he gets up close and personal. "Sometimes these things can be a little scary, even terrifying, but I am here to make sure that no matter how upsetting things may get, you will always find a way to work through it." He explains. He then slides a key off his neck and into the keyhole of his desk. He pulls out a leather bound note book from inside. Along with a yellow file.

"Alrighty! We will start off with a simple brain exercise." He pulls out a few papers. "Pick one out of these, and I want you to look at them, deeply. And tell me how it made you feel." Dr. Hill explains. He slides me a photo, the one I point at. As the film touches my fingertips I happily glide them over the weird texture. As I looked at the picture, I felt, uneasy. It was an image of a farm. A nice red barn, a yellow corn field, and of course a scary ass looking scarecrow.

"So, how'd that make you feel?" He asks as he clicks his pen and aims it towards his book. "Be honest, how'd it make you feel uneasy?" He asks. "The scarecrow, huh? Well, no one likes a scarecrow that looks that dainty. Interesting choice though." He says as he writes. "Now, would you spend a whole weekend here?" 'No, I wouldn't?'

I shake my head no and he moves on. "Now, what if I said it was haunted, would you still not go?" He asks more pervasively. I still nod no and he again moves on to the next question. "Why is that?" He asks more intuitively. "Would you be scared and lonely?" He asks. I nod yes to his question. I couldn't help but feel a bit under pressure. I didn't like it. As I fiddled with my thumbs I look back up from my lap to Dr. Hill's eyes. He licks his lips wet as he licks his finger to turn the page of his notebook.

"Well, there is a fine line between the peacefulness of solitude and loneliness of isolation, you know?" He says. As he gives out a slight chuckle, he continues. "This is something we need to explore a bit more further into, don't you agree?" He asks as he casually looks down at his watch. "Oh no! I'm afraid we're out of time, for now. Until the next session, try and surround yourself with friends. In a place that makes you feel, safe." He says this as he gets up from his chair. A squeaky sounds coming from the mechanics inside. I cringe at the sound as I notice he places his book in front of himself before excusing himself and walks back to the window where we was before. 'I guess that's my cue to leave.'