The Clairvoyant

Chapter Five: The Doctor

Mary Ripley was carried from the van into a white building. She did not see the name of it, nor did she know what kind of place it was. The only thing she knew was that there was a lot of pain in the white building. Pain, lost souls, and about four transparent people.

That was what Mary called them. She thought 'ghosts' would offend them, and she herself was not entirely sure if ghosts were the beings she spoke to. They were so alive to her....

Mary could not decipher the details of the inside of the white building. Her senses were overwhelmed by the pain. There was an eternal amount of pain and fear. If blood oozed from the white walls and fingernails littered the floor, she would have been affected less. But now she could not see straight, and her head spun. Her heart was racing out of her chest. The rooms upstairs were full of children. She saw them in dark bedrooms, tucked into white sheets, aged between three and seventeen. Their eyes were closed in an attempt to block out their worries of the day. She felt that most of them were not like her, but a few of them could see. Not as well, but they could still see.

On the floor below... the basement - Mary shuddered at the thought. That was where the horrors took place. Machines and white covered people with masks and instruments who tortured and found glee in destruction.

A man in white stepped forward, as pale and blank of face as his uniform. He took her to a padded room. He directed her inside, and then told her to sit on the table.

"But there is already someone there sitting on the table!" She said, pointing.

He saw nothing, and she realized this little girl with short hair, swinging her legs on the exam table was transparent. Feeling sad for her, Mary smiled at her.

"Interesting." A woman's voice spoke.

The little girl on the table's eyes went wide, and she vanished. Mary felt her movements through as she crossed the room.

"Beware Mrs. Ellechien." Her soft whisper touched Mary's ear. Mary nodded. This girl's name was Louise. She was seven. She had died during an experiment gone wrong. And she had never spoken to someone before.

Mary turned to face a tall woman with white blonde hair and cold blue eyes. She reminded Mary of her mother. This woman was just as cold.

"Hello dear. Get on the table now please, and lie down. If you have to, ask your friend to move."

Mary hopped up on the table, curious about what this woman would ask her to do next. She laid down and waited.

The woman said she was going to give her something called an I.V. line. She said it would allow something to flow through Mary's veins that would make her feel good. Mary saw she was lying, but did not fight. There were worse things than needles and lies.

Next the woman attached circular pads all over Mary's body. They were different colors and were connected to wires of the same color.

Finally, the woman, who introduced herself as Dr. Ellechien, stood still at Mary's side and gently caressed her face with cool hands. The look of pity was the first Mary had ever received. But she was well aware that it came from a heart that lie in the wrong place.

Softly, gently, tenderly placing her hands on Mary's head, stroking her hair, Dr. Ellechien said, "Don't worry dear. This will hurt a lot."

Throughout Mary's entire life, the thing that stood out to her, that she remembered from that day, was not how her screams echoed through the empty halls, nor how a vicious fire ran through her veins. It wasn't even the feeling of relief that came when it was over, when she was exhausted but free from the ordeal. No, what stayed with her all these years was the words Dr. Ellechien uttered from lifeless lips. The straightforwardness and simple stating of the truth. She did not lie or sugarcoat. She just said it would hurt. And it did hurt.

Note

Okay, short chapter because this is a flashback. Hope you enjoyed it. Thank you to all of my readers. I appreciate your kind thoughts, and the fact you decided to give this book a chance.

Thanks!

Alexa