Vanished | N.H

Four | Remembrance

Nialls POV

"You sure this is going to work?" Harry questioned as Flynt prepared for the hypnotism.

I watched as he was turning the camera, and recorder on like he did with other clients aiming towards my hospital bed. Was I sure? Not really no, but I had nothing else to lose at this point. It was worth a shot -- thats what Anna would say anyway.

"I dunno," I shrugged, "but if it worked on others, maybe it'll work on me." At least thats what I hoped. This was probably the last resort I had, I wasn't going to remember what happened on my own -- so I needed a push.

"It worked on me," Louis chimed from his seat, "I was in Vegas once and some guy hypnotized me to do a strip tease while dancing to single ladies on the pole." he smirked, and I rolled my eyes looking at him.

"If you aren't going to be serious about this, leave, because if you fuck this up I don't care if I rip out my stitches; I will put you in a hospital bed beside me." I warned.

He chuckled throwing his hands up in surrender. "Easy, mate, easy, I'll be mute, don't you worry Horan." he assured amused.

I shook my head turning back to Flynt. "How long will this take?"

His back was to me as he adjusted the camera lens. "That depends on you Mr. Horan, sometimes guiding takes longer with others depending on how much you have concealed from the events. Could take hours." he informed.

"But it will work, right?"

He turned back to me, his aging face turning into a reassuring smile. "Never failed before, but you must keep in mind I'm no miracle worker. Whatever is going on up here," he tapped his temple, "I cannot control, that is you. I can take you out, and put you back in but once this is done, there is no undoing it. You will remember every bit of detail of it, are you prepared for that?"

I paused, knowing very well what he means. That there's a possibility the outcome isn't what we want. That what I remember was concealed for a reason, to not be remembered for a reason because it hurt so much, but -- it was a chance I had to take. Even if I was dreading this, I had to keep that hope that she was still alive. I know she would do the same for me.

"I understand, and -- i'll do whatever I have too. I just -- I need to know."

"As you wish." Flynt nodded, and turned on the camera a red light flashing on. He told Harry to shut off the lights, which left us in darkness for a moment before a candle was lit. It was on the bed table beside me, with his recorder next to it. Flynt sat down in his chair as I adjusted myself in the hospital bed, my palms starting to sweat nervously.

"Alright Mr. Horan, are you ready?" he asked, his voice more calming and soothing than before.

I nodded, clearing my throat as he looked at Harry and Louis for confirmation to continue. They must have nodded as well, Harry seated beside me with his pen out ready to jot down what I say.

"During this process, you will be in a sleep state -- you will be able to hear my voice, and my voice only. None of what is happening in front of you is real, they are nothing but memories, they cannot hurt you anymore. You need to remind yourself its only in your mind, that you are alive and safe right here." I nodded at his words, and he told me to close my eyes. I did as he asked, breathing in heavily.

He explained to me breathing, in, and out, slow and steady. Telling me to relax my shoulders, my arms, my legs, letting them sink into the bed. My body did as he said -- the tension slowly fading away. My eye lids felt lighter, my body humming softly — the most relaxed I have felt in what felt like weeks.