Soon, eight years had passed. Lucie grew older with Brandon by her side. They welcomed many wonderful additions in those years. It wasn't long before she became enveloped within her new role and duty. But she loved it. She loved everything about it.
Recently, the family doctor had been calling Lucie to the clinic regularly. It was about the kids, she always told Lucie when she asked. That had always satisfied Lucie enough not to ask any more probing questions during that visit. Still, they had begun to irritate her. She was always advised to come once a week and alone, without the very subjects that she went to the clinic for.
On one particular day during the week, Lucie entered the silent clinic an hour early. As usual, the receptionist didn't look up.
"4134" is all she said as Lucie passed the front desk. She knew that number as the doctor's office.
The constant taps of Lucie's heels were magnified in the hallway. That was how deafening the silence was. It brought her much discomfort. Her discomfort increased in realizing that all the doors that were usually opened were closed. Not a single one was open. She couldn't feel any signs of life anywhere around her. There was nothing at all. Perhaps they closed this hallway and are only using the one on the other side of the building? If the receptionist would only look at me, I would have been informed. That had been how Lucie reassured herself.
Nevertheless, her pace increased and she power walked down to the end of the hallway. When she finally got there, she was nearly breathless. She stopped for a few seconds to catch her breath before she opened the door and walked in.
"Hey there! Sorry, I know that I am an hour early. Kami's spring play starts at the original time. She said that she is at the very beginning, so I am not supposed to miss it. Is that ok?" Lucie asked as she gently closed the door behind her.
The doctor was sitting behind her desk with the chair turned away from Lucie.
"Do it now!" Those had been the words that escaped the doctor's mouth. Lucie stared in confusion, because she didn't understand what those words meant.
"Alright." It was not Lucie that had spoken.
Lucie felt horrendous pain. Her legs crumbled beneath her.
She heard sinister chuckles when she hit the floor.
Then her mind went blank.
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Twisted Memories (A Short Story)
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