"Julio," Mrs. Mendez said, twirling a strand of blond hair around her finger.
"Jessica, sit down," Dr. Rodriguez said, smiling. "I trust that you have been doing better? I haven't seen you in nearly two years."
"Yeah...yeah...the voices are still there, but they're quieter now." Mrs. Mendez said, smiling.
Dr. Rodriguez smiled charmingly, and not for the first time, Mrs. Mendez noted how handsome he was. She guiltily twisted her wedding ring around her finger. Whore, one of the voices whispered. Shut up, she mentally reprimanded.
"So what brings you in today?" he asked.
"I...I just wanted to see you," she stammered, suddenly very uncomfortable. The voice in her head was practically yelling now. It sounded mysteriously like her husband.
"Oh," he smiled. "So you're really doing better?" he asked, staring into her eyes. Like he could see right into her soul. She shifted.
"Yes...but listen," she leaned forward, wide-eyed. "If someone was hurting you, killing you, what would you do?" she whispered, as though to keep a secret from her mental companion.
"Is somebody hurting you, Jessica?" he asked, concern etched plainly across his features. So handsome. She felt a sharp pain in her head.
"No...no," she mumbled. "I don't know why I said that...I have to go," she said, grabbing her coat. She stood up so quickly that she wobbled on her heels.
He steadied her. She looked into his eyes, just for a moment. So warm. So inviting. She quickly turned away. Nothing but a whore, a two faced whore, the voice hissed in her brain. She clutched her temples.
"I-I have to go pick up Breena from softball," she said hurriedly.
"Okay...Jessica?" Dr. Rodriguez called. She looked back at him.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Keep in touch, okay? I'm worried about you." A tear ran down her face.
"I will," she whispered, her voice floating behind her, cut off by the clanging of the shutting door. Dr. Rodriguez felt like somebody had placed a weight on his chest. He couldn't believe that Jessica had forgotten...she was obviously worse off than anybody realized.
Breena had been dead for three years.
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Malefica
Teen Fiction"Can't you see...it's this town...there's something wrong with it. It's like a poison, and once it gets inside of you...you're gone...it takes all of the good, and twists and twists until there's nothing left. It's this town." Malefica, to...
