Chapter OneA Chapter by SueWhen life seems so very simple and set all it takes is one email to mess it up. That is what happened to Basil Adair.CHAPTER ONE It was
in that place that only belongs to evil, even in her subconscious; she knew
this is where she lay. It was the snap she felt the instant that her head made
contact with the wall behind her, she could not differentiate where she was and
what was happening. It was the feel of the now familiar leather being strapped
onto her limbs that caused the queasiness to roll through her stomach, into her
throat. "No." she thought as she swallowed the pungent taste down
again, breathing through the tape he had placed over her mouth. She was well
aware now of what was coming next. “Come
here, b***h!" ***** The
lingering reminisces of the words echo through the room, as Jane clamps the
sides of her head with her fists, quieting the flash of thoughts racing. The
wretchedness of the nightmare lingers just outside of her reality, in a
darkness she was not sure she wanted to enter. Eyes rolling back, she turned
just in time to miss heaving the contents of her stomach onto herself. One last
look around the room and she fell back in to her darkened agony. Pitching
her body in an effort to save what was left of her, Jane became aware of the
dampness surrounding her, not understanding what the meaning was; she sought
out through the darkness, to find her nurse standing in the doorway, looking
puzzled. It was in the mere presence of another face that she was able to lock
onto that calmed the rolling fear throughout her body; shivering, she continued
to stare at the man in the room. "Meu
caro. You look terrified." The nurse moved from the door, "What comes
from these dreams of yours?" Jane
stares at this man, half afraid, somewhat curious. She wondered if she could
tell him of these dreams. Waving her
hand absently, "It’s nothing." She observes him as he moves around
the bed to fill her water; the sound of the water soothes her nerves, she
passes the dream off as just that " a dream. "Excuse me?" Jane looks
up at Cesar through half closed eyes. "Yes?"
He looks back over his shoulder at Jane, anticipating more about the dream she
will not acknowledge. "I
seem to have - well," half embarrassed pointing to the sweat soaked sheets
beneath her, "well, could I please get fresh ones?" Jane asks in a muffled voice. "Certainly,
Meu caro." Setting her water down, detecting a wave of uncertainty from
her. "Are you sure you are alright? Is there something I can do for
you?" Moving a
hand across her damp hair, Jane looks tentatively at him, her mouth lopsided
from the swollen tissue, “I am good. Just the fresh sheets.” She
continues staring, with her expressionless face, almost haunted, is what Cesar
realizes as he quickly looks away. “Maybe a wheelchair?” she hesitates, “I could
sit for a while." “Yes, get
out and ease yourself into the place.” He nods, and moves toward the door. Doctor
Hutchinson stands outside the door, assessing his patient as he observes the
exchange between her and the nurse. There was a time not long ago that he was
afraid his patient wasn’t going to pull through, and he admired her resilience
to come as far as she had to date. That night
in the emergency room he was troubled by her status, concerned that he may lose
her at that point; she was barely conscious and badly beaten, bruised beyond
recognition. No one, including himself, had expected her to live. She’s in
relatively good spirits, he silently comments, entering her room. "Nice
to see you are ready to move around. I am your doctor, Dr. Hutchinson." He
examines her pupils and facial coloring as he talks with her. Noting the
unusual clamminess to her body. He makes mental note of this and her
responsiveness, deciding to leave the matter at bay, for a while. He watches closely as she observes him
examining her. "Dr. Hut . . ."
Jane’s words die by the interruption of the nurse entering her room with a wheelchair.
Jane huddles toward the back of her bed; a billion questions on her mind, and not
sure how to proceed. Of course, Dr. Hutchinson could understand her wanting to
know who she is or even where she is, right? She
decided then, at that moment she had to know, had to start somewhere, and her
doctor seemed the logical place to begin. Looking up over to where her doctor
now stood, she cleared her throat, "Dr. Hutchinson?” Her voice propelled,
startling her. The authority that came from the annunciation of the doctor’s
name was energetic, causing Jane to remain silent for a moment. She looked up
at the doctor again, “I - I am a little confused." She stuttered this time; following him with
her eyes as he approaches her. "Confused?"
He reiterates, standing closer to her, half bending over her, half sitting on
the edge of the bed. "Yes,
confused." Looking up, a little shy and somewhat embarrassed again,
"Where am I?” she glances around, noticing the obvious, “Who am I?"
Clasping her hands to her chest, crossing them in prayer form to her lap. Doctor
Hutchinson knew that she would ask, he just didn’t think it would be so soon.
Reaching for her hands, he embraces them, softly. "You’re
in As Doctor
Hutchinson leaves the room, Jane sits and thinks of what he has just told her
which really didn’t seem to be much. Who am I? Do I have children? Am I
married? All these questions still
consuming her waken state. She feels afraid and very lonely for she cannot
remember a thing; her entire person evaporated, and nothing left to her but a
blank slate. She is aware of only this
hospital room and a certainty that her doctor knows more about her than she
does. ********** Back in his office, Doctor Hutchinson feels frustrated over
the condition of his patient: the actuality that Jane doesn’t even remember her
own name. How could he tell her about how she had been brought to St. Francis
without disrupting her healing? He knew very little about the mental break that
could be caused from amnesia, brought on from pushing to remember. But he was
afraid for his patient, for she couldn’t even remember her life before
today? Reaching for his rolodex, he
finds the name of the hospital psychiatrist with his mind still on the haunted
ghosts of his patient. She was a well-known woman in her community. What had
happened to her? Why would someone be so cruel? What did she know that could
cause someone to want her dead? © 2010 Sue |
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Added on February 23, 2010 Last Updated on February 23, 2010
Chapter One
By Sue |