Thursday, August 25, 2005
Perspective is all in the mind
"Three... two... one... and wide awake!"
Jane lifted her head slowly, opened her eyes, and looked around the dim room. Dr. Pollard flipped the light switch, illuminating his office, and the reclining chair Jane was still slumped in. She sat upright, and brushed her hair out of her face, trying to make sense of her surroundings.
"Let me get something, I'll be right back," remarked Dr. Pollard as he left the room. Jane began to look around the room once he was gone. It seemed to be a psychologist's office, though Jane could not make heads or tails why she was there. Several degree plaques decorated the wall behind his desk, a spiral wheel, and many books decorated the rest of the office.
WHAM! The door flew open with a bolt, as Dr. Pollard returned. Jane was shaken by the noise, and spun around to see the Doctor, holding a package of cigarettes. "Sorry about that, I can never get anyone to fix that awful door properly."
"You were supposed to be getting something" inquired Jane, as Dr. Pollard drew a cigarette from his pack, preparing to light it. He paused, looking inquisitively at Jane, and then looked at his cigarette. "Would you like one, Jane?"
"Well, um..., sure." Jane took the cigarette from Dr. Pollard, brought it to her lips, but could not light it. She struggled to bring her right hand, holding the lighter, to her face to light the smoke, but could not physically bring the arm up.
"Uh, Dr. What was your name again?" Jane was so puzzled that nothing was clear.
"Dr. Pollard. It seems you still don't remember much."
"I remember you were going to help me stop smoking. It seems you've..."
"Done the trick? Well, hypnosis has that effect. Some people remember everything. Some people, such as yourself, go so deep that your memory of what happens while under hypnosis tends to be affected."
"So am I cured?" questioned Jane, with eagerness in her voice.
"I'm afraid not entirely. I've given you help to keep you from smoking, but there's still more we have to open up. You see, the mind has limitless possibilities that we still cannot comprehend. Hypnosis is a form that opens the mind to such possibilities. If we open it too far, we cannot predict the effect, whether it be good or bad."
Dr. Pollard led Jane down the hallway of his building to the elevator. Along the way, a figure passed them going the opposite direction, a shining, bright, white light. Jane stopped in her tracks, and watched the gleaming presence pass them down the hall.
"Jane, what's wrong?" inquired Dr. Pollard.
"Didn't you see that?"
"See what? Jane, I think you need to go home and get some rest. You've had quite a day."
"I'm beginning to agree with you. So same time next week?"
"I'll be here."
Jane entered the elevator, went to the main floor, and proceeded to exit the building. As she looked up from zipping her winter coat, she could not believe the sight before her, in the twilight before sunset. Dozens of glowing, white figures moving around the roads with the pedestrians and cars.
Jane shook her head, convinced this must be a side effect of the hypnosis session. She made her way down the street, passing both people who appeared normal and these glowing white figures. She continued, with each step becoming more nervous and curious, until one glowing figure was marching right toward her. Jane tried to move out of the way, but the figure kept moving toward her until Jane's panic overtook her and froze her in place. The white figure walked right into her and suddenly everything became black.
* * *
"Miss Duncan, you're home." assured Officer Smith, as Jane realized she was at her apartment door, propped up by a tall, strong plain-clothed officer.
"I just need some rest." Jane found her keys, opened the door. "Have a good day, Miss Duncan." And with that wish, Officer Smith left Jane alone.
Jane, however, was still quite nervous. She shut her front door very silently, and moved around her apartment with stealth. She carefully checked cupboards, drawers, closets, and rooms with extreme stealth, only to be relieved when nothing appeared, and was more relieved when she noticed no other white figures roaming around. Jane wiped some sweat from her brow, when she noticed dirt on her hand.
"Must have been when I fell."
Jane made her way to the washroom, and started cleansing her face. Her calmness quickly became horror as she looked into the mirror, to find the face of her deceased mother staring back at her.
Copyright 2005 by Jeff Vickers
neolithic pondered at 23:05
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