"you have been hearing strange voices?" i could hear the disbeleif in grandmas voice, she didn't beleive me either. Despairingly i slouched on the couch, the speacil running on rewind constantly stopping on my face. It bothered me to not remeber my attendance there.
The only thing that bothered me more was the fact that i had a bad feeling about asking anyone about it. A little research revealed that what happened that day was tragic, and was still known as day of blood. That was not a name of affection, it had a stigma to it. A stigma that was more or less pulling me back to a dark place. It was less than welcoming there. I didn't want to go there.
"are you still there?" I nodded, forgetting i was on the phone. I stumbled a yes out as she detailed the doctor that i went to when my parents died in a car accident. It was a messy death, one that hurt me deeply. In all honesty that was maybe lurking where the unknowns are dragging me.
"I'll give it a try." i heard her smile at the end of the line then hang up. Distress stuck to my skin like a cloth that refused to come off. It changed my thinking process and my attitiude. I decided that help was truly the best option. Shrink my head. it's better than not remebering. I scheduled the meeting for later on that day,
Later on that day...
"I am doctor stein, no thats not my actual name but it's easier to say that way." I shook the doctors thin, brittle hand and sat at his desk as he organized my files. They were extensive, saying the least.
"I'm Jamie parker." I said. He looked me up and down, he jogged some notes down then put my files away. He launched into a lentghy introduction that left me little more than fifteen minutes to talk. he kept a knowing expression that probably comforted most, but it had a very much opposite affect. If anything it made me feel supicious of him.
"Well, the good news is, your not going to the mental ward. The bad news is that your one step to it. I want to run a few more test before the end of the month." He pullled out a file and slid it across to me. Stiffly i opened it to find pictrues of a car accident, my parents car accident.
"Why are you showing me this?" i ask agitated.
"Well. for a few reasons. But first let me ask some questions, i'm free for lunch and you won't have to pay for the extra time. It won't even be on record. But it is key to fixing your problem." I nodded as if i knew what he was talking about.
"Ask away"
"Who are these people and how do you know them?" I answered quickly, my parents.
"This is not your parents. These are a diffrent patients of mine, they were used as a replacement." he explained. I didn't want to hear anymore but i stayed put to soak in every detail, every horrid detail. "Your parents were killed in day of blood. You were the only survivor, but your sister was never found from when she went missing a year before."
"what?"
"In simple terms you have had your memory repressed and twisted to keep you sane. A common practice in smaller towns that want to keep big towns out."
