Little Voices {AN EDWARD NYGMA / OC STORY}

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{Four Years Later}

MATILDA..

"I...I....I." I get up about to slap my head but Doctor Connor stops me. "Matilda. Remember what I told you. You don't need to rush your words. No one is pressuring you. You can do this. Give it a try, a little slower." She lets my hand go and I nod.

I open my mouth then close it. "Go on sweetheart." She urges. I open my mouth once more and speak slowly.

"I..I h...have, a job." Doctor Connor smiles at my response. "That's perfect, Matilda. A job will get you back into the world, it will give you stable ground. Where will you be working?"

"A..at the GCPD. N...not as a cop-" She frowns. "Matilda, you know working in a place like that is stressful."

"I...I wo..would work as an assistant. T...to one of the staff. I...I wouldn't be involved in cases." She gives me a concerned look but nods.

"That's okay for now, but I would like for you to record your time there, in a journal."

"Got it. B..but I am concerned. What if I see th...the...the colors again?" Doctor Connor gets up and hands me a journal.

"You haven't seen the colors in over four years. I say you're safe from that. But make sure you take your medication and don't over work yourself." She checks her watch for the time.

"Our session is about over, I'm sure now that you're going to be working, you'll want to schedule our next session around your work schedule."

I nod and stand up, smoothing my skirt out. "I...I'll t...text you my schedule." She walks me to the door and we say our farewells. I wait for my grandmother in the waiting room and she comes in giving me a smile.

"How did it go, sweetheart?"

"I...I...It was fine, nana. I...I...I told her about me working." I fix my glasses and we go outside to her car. "Remember, dear. When you get to the GCPD go to the front desk and ask for Harold Pitts." I nod helping her into the car and then I get in.

For two weeks, I've been trying to muster up enough courage to get a job. I had finally went to my grandmother for help and she told me her bingo buddy, Edna Pitts' grandson knew a few positions open at the GCPD.

I was a bit put off with the GCPD solely because when I was eight, I was here. I was here to identify the man who raped and killed my mother. Who killed my father and who killed my twin sister.

My memory is fuzzy after pointing to the guy but I remember that when I woke up, guns were pointed my way and the man was dead in front of me. Blood everywhe-

HONK! HONK!

"Learn how to drive you bitch!" I swerve the car as I come back to the present and drive home. When we arrive, I help grandmother with dinner and put on her favorite program.

As I say a prayer over my food, I hear water dripping on a pan. I crack open my eye and say a quick amen then go fix the leak.

"Tilly..." I look up at my reflection in the window and hear the dripping noise. I know it's not from the kitchen though.

"T...T...Tilly darling. Come here." I shake my head and go to the bathroom. When I flip on the switch I ignore my reflection and open the cabinet.

"Tsk, tsk, that's rude Tilly. You and I were friends you know." I take out my pills and shake out three.

"Oooh, naughty naughty girl. Aren't you suppose to take one? Three? You must be losing control in that little fucked up head of yours..."