but continued weeping.
“Hillary? What is it? Why is this dream so disturbing?”
Dr. Bentley wiped the tears from Hillary’s face. She sighed heavily as she stared up at him.
“Go on, Hillary,” he whispered softly, “go on….”
“The…girl…” Hillary said, as her body wracked with sobs, “she screamed out… she begged and begged for…for the monster to stop. She kept saying, ‘I won’t tell anyone, I won’t tell anyone it was you. Please stop…please let me go...please, please, please, please...PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEEE.... ’” Hillary was crying hysterically.
Dr. Bentley let go of her hand and walked over to the other side of the room to grab a tissue from the box on the desk. He brought the whole box with him, pulling one of the tissues out to wipe Hillary’s face. She was nearly hyperventilating, and Dr. Bentley rubbed her shoulders, soothing her as he prodded her to continue.
“What happened to the girl, Hillary?”
“The monster bit her cheek. The girl turned her head, but the monster’s teeth were deep in there...part of her face flapped down. I could see the bone, the blood pouring out. The girl continued to beg and scream…and she yelled…she yelled—” Hillary couldn’t catch her breath.
“She...yelled—” she said between short gasps.
“Relax, it’s okay, you’re fine, Hillary, it was only a dream. Calm down, shhhhh ,” he said softly, as he continued rubbing her shoulders gently, trying to get her to relax.
Hillary looked horrified. She wanted to forget the dream, but she knew she had to tell Dr. Bentley what happened next, the most important part of the dream. Monica stood just outside the door, listening.
“Why don’t we take a break?” Dr. Bentley suggested. “You did a great—”
“ Nooooo ,” Hillary sobbed, as she hiccoughed. “I...have to....tell...you....what....what....”
“ Shhhhh , it’s okay, I need you to take a deep breath, then you can tell me whatever you want.”
Hillary tried to take a deep breath, took four sharp successive intakes of air and a deep breath out. She calmed down a bit, but was still sobbing.
“She said,” Hillary continued, trembling, “don’t do this to me…don’t do this to me… Hillary ....she called out my name…and, and then the monster— me —I cut open her throat and put my mouth over it and drank while she made a disgusting gurgling sound. I could feel her dying...I...I—”
“It’s okay, Hillary. You’ve done a good job. You don’t have to say anything else,” Dr. Bentley said, patting her arm.
“No, no, there were others too, another girl, and—”
“ Shhhhh , you need to relax now. Let’s take a break. If you feel like telling me more afterward, then we’ll continue.”
Hillary looked at him. Though he was acting sympathetic, he seemed disgusted. His eyes were practically bulging out of his head and he seemed tense and awkward. Hillary wished she had kept her mouth shut or made up a story about a scary ghost or something. She was glad she didn’t mention the part of the dream about the baby and the atrocious things she had done to him. That part of the dream had made her wake up screaming and the images still tormented her mind.
Monica had her hand over her mouth in shock. She couldn’t believe the horrors this girl had described. At the moment she didn’t care what happened to her. She just needed to get some fresh air and purge those thoughts from her mind.
~8~
Dr. Bentley lingered on after his session with Hillary, hoping to speak with Dr. Morrison. He made himself at home in the den, as he had in the past, pouring himself a drink and turning on the news. While he was pleased that Hillary had made progress, he was disturbed by what she had told him. He intended to discuss it with Dr. Morrison in great length.
Monica treated
“Hillary? What is it? Why is this dream so disturbing?”
Dr. Bentley wiped the tears from Hillary’s face. She sighed heavily as she stared up at him.
“Go on, Hillary,” he whispered softly, “go on….”
“The…girl…” Hillary said, as her body wracked with sobs, “she screamed out… she begged and begged for…for the monster to stop. She kept saying, ‘I won’t tell anyone, I won’t tell anyone it was you. Please stop…please let me go...please, please, please, please...PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEEE.... ’” Hillary was crying hysterically.
Dr. Bentley let go of her hand and walked over to the other side of the room to grab a tissue from the box on the desk. He brought the whole box with him, pulling one of the tissues out to wipe Hillary’s face. She was nearly hyperventilating, and Dr. Bentley rubbed her shoulders, soothing her as he prodded her to continue.
“What happened to the girl, Hillary?”
“The monster bit her cheek. The girl turned her head, but the monster’s teeth were deep in there...part of her face flapped down. I could see the bone, the blood pouring out. The girl continued to beg and scream…and she yelled…she yelled—” Hillary couldn’t catch her breath.
“She...yelled—” she said between short gasps.
“Relax, it’s okay, you’re fine, Hillary, it was only a dream. Calm down, shhhhh ,” he said softly, as he continued rubbing her shoulders gently, trying to get her to relax.
Hillary looked horrified. She wanted to forget the dream, but she knew she had to tell Dr. Bentley what happened next, the most important part of the dream. Monica stood just outside the door, listening.
“Why don’t we take a break?” Dr. Bentley suggested. “You did a great—”
“ Nooooo ,” Hillary sobbed, as she hiccoughed. “I...have to....tell...you....what....what....”
“ Shhhhh , it’s okay, I need you to take a deep breath, then you can tell me whatever you want.”
Hillary tried to take a deep breath, took four sharp successive intakes of air and a deep breath out. She calmed down a bit, but was still sobbing.
“She said,” Hillary continued, trembling, “don’t do this to me…don’t do this to me… Hillary ....she called out my name…and, and then the monster— me —I cut open her throat and put my mouth over it and drank while she made a disgusting gurgling sound. I could feel her dying...I...I—”
“It’s okay, Hillary. You’ve done a good job. You don’t have to say anything else,” Dr. Bentley said, patting her arm.
“No, no, there were others too, another girl, and—”
“ Shhhhh , you need to relax now. Let’s take a break. If you feel like telling me more afterward, then we’ll continue.”
Hillary looked at him. Though he was acting sympathetic, he seemed disgusted. His eyes were practically bulging out of his head and he seemed tense and awkward. Hillary wished she had kept her mouth shut or made up a story about a scary ghost or something. She was glad she didn’t mention the part of the dream about the baby and the atrocious things she had done to him. That part of the dream had made her wake up screaming and the images still tormented her mind.
Monica had her hand over her mouth in shock. She couldn’t believe the horrors this girl had described. At the moment she didn’t care what happened to her. She just needed to get some fresh air and purge those thoughts from her mind.
~8~
Dr. Bentley lingered on after his session with Hillary, hoping to speak with Dr. Morrison. He made himself at home in the den, as he had in the past, pouring himself a drink and turning on the news. While he was pleased that Hillary had made progress, he was disturbed by what she had told him. He intended to discuss it with Dr. Morrison in great length.
Monica treated
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