Mythical reality

Please read the prologue first.1

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Chapter 13

“Good Morning Doc.”4

“ Well hello! Look who came so early? Did someone shoot you on your forehead?”5

“Oh please doc. Don’t chide me. Ok? I am a teenager. I have full right to sleep.”6

“So John wants to say as adults we don’t deserve to sleep?”7

“Oh no Doc. That’s not what I meant.”8

“Are you all right John?”9

“Actually no! You know how it is with the teens huh?”10

”Well tell me about it. I have a teenage daughter who has a serious mood shift problem. So who would know better than me?”11

“A teenager like me.”12

“Maybe! So what’s the problem?”13

“You know I have my final exams coming up next week and all that. I have so much pressure because I have bunked every one of my class this year and I have no idea whatsoever about where should I start. My girlfriend suddenly hates me because I told her I wanted to study. I mean what kind of human being would do that doc? And my mother she is ill. Very ill doc.”14

“What do you mean John by your mother being ill?”15

“I don’t know. She keeps screaming at the middle of night. Sometimes she will grab a knife and point at me saying some really odd things. Its freaky.”16

“What odd things?”17

‘Like yesterday she said that ‘the time is over’ ‘keep the fire burning’‘unleash the whip’'unleash the kiss'. Uh..doc I love my mom and I don’t exactly want to kiss her when she is holding a knife.”18

”How long has this been going on?”19

“A month or so.”20

“Can you bring her to me?”21

“DOC! My mom is like so against doctors. No offence. But she thinks they are really dumb people who like to earn money by using humans.”22

“That’s some theory. I should be offended John.”23

“She is ill doc.”24

“I get that. So lets start our session. Shall we?”25

“Yes doc.”26

“What should I do about my studies and my girlfriend? I mean if I don’t give time for her, she is going to leave me but if I do, my exams will go down the shaft.”27

“I think with dreams as big as yours, your exams should be given preference. You can always make it up to her once your done with exams. If she cares for your son she will definitely help you through with studies and wait till you finish your 12th grade examination.”28

“ You mean I should just stay away from her?”29

“NO! Someone said communication clears the unclarity of thoughts and feelings.”30

“So I should talk to her. Tell her that I have a little tough time with school and all that doc.”31

“Yes!”32

“This is going to be difficult.”33

“No one will kill you if you try.”34

“Okay doc. Done. I will go and talk to her. Bye.”35

‘’Bye.”36

So what Terminas reported was true. Someone has been infected by their operations. Yesterday Terminas had called and said that Mrs Hera Pascal had seen it all. She would feel haunted. He had also informed about her son John Pascal who had been going through a really hard time with his school, his girlfriend and presumably, his father’s sudden disappearance. The doctor had decided to talk to John. He had visited the Queen Sylvia School as psychologist. John, as he had guessed, had visited him. It was only after what seemed to be infinite visits that he had spoken about his mom. Now he wondered whether he should have really gotten himself involved in this but he knew if he turned back, the black whip would leash his power and demolish his sustainability. He had to meet Mrs. Pascal. It would be difficult to dominate an indecisive mind. He would have to talk to Regina Swift. She would know what to do.37

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Again the nightmares came. This time more vivid. More distinguishable. It was as if someone had decided to paint her dreams with all possible colors entombing every agonizing whimper. There was a road. People walked around as if everything was normal. And then a black whip came. Quick and non hesitant. And then like lights shutting down immediately, there was silence. Blood spat everywhere. Gruesome sight got itself sketched. 39

Oh my god. What is happening to me? What was that dream for? I must be going mad. I need to do something. Get out of this house. Start working somewhere. If I stay in this house one more minute, I will choke on my own saliva and die. I pushed myself from the bed. There was a tiny stain of blood on the pillow where I had just rested my head a second ago. I searched my head for the wound from where the blood had come but there was no sign of it. My throat had been crying for some stimulation. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. I drank small sips quite swiftly. My throat burned. 40

“Mom! Are you okay? What are you doing drinking at 2 ‘o’ clock at night?”41

“I was feeling thirsty.”42

Some explanation Hera. I didn’t want to terrify my son out. He already had so many things in his mind including his father. I had never gotten time to get over the fact that my husband had abandoned me and John. I was consistently grabbed by those nightmares. They were so perfect like being watched on television. Sometimes I saw myself in it. Like those computer and video games that children play these days. I looked at my son. He was staring at me worriedly. I smiled. Something I was sure resembled the word coercion. 43

“What are you doing up so late son?”44

“Exams. Math exam tomorrow mom. You know how bad I am at it.”45

Oh yes! I had completely forgotten that. What mom forgets that her son is having exams and his whole life depends upon his grades this year? UGH!46

“Do you want me to help?”47

“I would like that mom if you feel good that is.”48

“Sure thing. Bring your stuff in here.”49

He nodded. I saw him take quick steps up to his room. I could not concentrate on anything. The nightmares, the sudden disappearance of my husband, the blood stain on my pillow and the cut on my feet.50

The cut on my feet. 51

I immediately took off my night slippers and looked at my feet. There was a small cut near the toe. It was some kind of sign. Rather when I looked more closely it resembled a letter. It looked like M. And that’s when it hit me so hard that I my body slopped clumsily down on the wooden flooring.52