His Silent Lamb and The Stories She Tells

In the beginning was the word, and the word was Hannibal

I sat staring at his files, this man seemed insane. I've read the files of murderers, rapist, and serial killers. None of them as interesting as this one... a man who not only killed people but ate them too. I'm not sure why this intrigues me so much but I can't help wishing I had the chance to meet him. I might as well, my fathers out of town and it's not like anyone is going to stop me. I got up and walked down stairs "Lewis, I would like to take a trip to the Baltimore State Hospital for The Criminally Insane tomorrow morning." Lewis came around the corner with a smile "Did you finally find someone worth going to see ma'am?" I smiled back "yes, indeed I have." I walked back up to my room and began to read over the files once again.

My father is often absent, and when my mother was alive she kept me sane; but after her death I became depressed and lonely. Lewis was there for me, even though we pay him a hefty sum for taking care of my every need I still consider him a friend. I always make sure he is just as taken care of as I am. I was homeschool and never made many friends, I often like to keep to myself but he is good company. I got interested in serial killers when I was younger, every morning my father watched the news as we ate breakfast and it seemed like there was a new bad guy each week. I've never gone to meet any of the ones I have researched before but Dr. Lecter is too good to pass up. I began to shuffle through the photos they had on file of him, every photo was the same. It looked as if he was staring into my soul, judging me, evaluating me, I guess that is what to expect from a psychiatrist surgeon. I laid the photos and the rest of his file on my night stand and got under my covers. Tomorrow is the day I meet him and I couldn't be more excited, I'll be shocked if I actually get sleep.

I walked down the hall to his cell, dressed as stunning as I could while still looking professional. My black stiletto heels clicking on the concrete floor. As I got to his cell I found it to be empty. Confused I turned to look down the hall, the lights were flickering on and off, the guards that let me through the metal door seemed to be gone and the only sound I heard was from a leaky pipe. "Hello little lamb", my heart screamed and I turned around to find myself face to face with my mother. I felt a single tear fall down my check, "mom" i said choking on my fear. She walked toward me, brushing my black hair out of my face she rested her hand on my cheek. "My sweet little lamb why are you here" I stumbled to find my answer "I came here to see him," I turned my head to Hannibal's cell and still he was gone, it seemed like every prisoner was just gone. "No one is here but us Lyla and do you know what that means" she said dropping her hand and taking a step back from me. "What?" I whispered, she laughed "it means no one can hear you scream" before I could react she lunged at me and the world went dark.

I woke up drenched in my own sweat, I removed my covers and looked at my clock, 3:45a.m. It always seemed to be around the same time, almost every night I would have these awful dreams about my mother. I was never told how my mother died, all I was told was she was dead and when the funeral was. When my father tells me to leave something alone I know it serious, that's what he did when I went digging to find what happened. I laid back on my bed and turned my fan on using the remote. I heard my door open and sat up in my bed, I saw Lewis in his PJ's, he walked over to my bed and sat down a glass of water and a small cup of fruit. "Did you have one again ma'am?" I nodded while starring at my hands "I'm sorry ma'am" I looked up at him smiling "it's okay Lewis, despite what she is like in my dreams I know my mother was a good person" I smiled and he smiled back. He nodded and left the room, my dreams have been so constant even Lewis got in the routine of helping me.

I ate my fruit and drank my water as I looked over Hannibal's files again. I got up and went out to my balcony over looking the city. My mind pin pointed on one person. Hannibal. Maybe he can help me find out what happened to my mother or at least help me understand these dreams. He is known for his incredible intelligent, cannibal or not.