UNSEEN

FIFTEEN

The tiles are black and white. My shoes are white, too. I try to step only on the white ones, but they're too small.

I sit down on the blue couch, with Molly's desk before me.

"She'll see you in ten." She says. I nod.

Megan's whole life is on these walls. Do I care to see? No. There's no need for pictures anymore. I remember everything now. It scares me, knowing everything suddenly. I refrain from thinking about the recently discovered memories of my childhood, for there would be too many questions that can't be answered right away.

It feels good to think straight. I'm thinking rationally after so long, it's almost overwhelming.

It's funny, I was sure that when I'd find out who the killer is, I'd be furious. But it's the opposite of that. I have this sense of relief, that nothing can go wrong anymore. Liv will get justice and I, my long lost sanity.

But a fear dwells somewhere within. What if my plan doesn't work out?

I look at Molly and wonder if she knows the lady she works for is a murderer. Then, I wonder if she herself could be a murderer. But that's stupid. We can all be murderers. We can all take someone's life. And once we have, once we've felt what it's like to have someone else's blood on our hands, we never want to stop.

And now, the fear grips me harder. Not the fear of what she'd do. It is the fear of what I would end up doing.

"She'll see you now."

I gather my thoughts. At least I try to. As I walk through the lobby, I feel like it is narrowing down, inching toward me. I stand before her door.

Blue.

These walls that'll soon crush me, become one with me, suffocate me, I know what they want. I shall comply.

I push the door and enter.

There she is, looking at me with concern, or what looks like concern. The rush is what I live for, and perhaps, what I'm going to die for.

Before I can fall for the appearance, her beautiful red hair, blue eyes and astonishing smile, I look at her feet.

A smile runs across my face. Her shoes. Pink with a blue bow.

She begins to speak. "I wasn't sure if you were ever going to come back."

I take my place in front of her.

"Well, I'm glad you thought this through. How have you been, Reece?"

I blurt out the words. "Remember when I said my visions were memories?"

"Yes."

"Well, I was right."

Her face doesn't change much. In fact, it doesn't change at all. She calmly asks for an elaboration.

"I was there. My mother said she told you."

She flitches for half a second and then smiles. Never have I seen a face that gives away so little.

"She did." She says. "And now, we've reached the final stage of your therapy. So, what do you remember?"

And this is it.

"I remember it all."

Her red cheeks lose colour. I see Megan Lancaster impatient, uneasy and I know for a fact that beneath the uneasiness, lies fear. I see her scared, I see her heart skip a beat and I can bet I'm the first person to have witnessed this miracle.