"Dr. Frankos, you simply don’t understand! My granddaughter is a mess and quite frankly, this sort of behaviour cannot continue! I’ve seen on the television what kind of results the treatment can provide! It’s not about money, we have money! I just don’t see why we cannot start the process today-"
The Doctor at the receiving end of the woman’s outburst nodded sympathetically but by the way his fingertips drummed upon his desk and his eyes flickered over his paperwork, it was clear he was growing tired of the woman’s condescending attitude. He had sacrificed the best years of his life and gained a lifetime of debt to become one of the best Clinical Hypnotherapists of the time. But parents, siblings, spouses and representatives of the state all believed that they were the experts in matters such as these. Dr. Frankos was really starting to believe that he was not paid enough.
"Mrs Hopkins… Please, I understand your frustration", Dr Frankos started, taking off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose before placing the black rims back upon his face. “You need to consider that at this moment in time, Emily is a very fragile and vulnerable young lady. She has sustained a significant amount of physical and emotional trauma in the last four months. Regression hypnosis can bring back repressed memories, of course! However, people under hypnosis can often remember things quite vividly that never actually happened, but which have great personal significance nonetheless. With Emily’s current state of mind, she’s at an increased risk of being unable to distinguish between intense and possibly disturbing fantasies and memories. The consequences could be devastating to her mental health!”
The older woman dropped her black leather handbag onto his desk in exasperation. It was her turn to become frustrated at other person’s inability to understand. "Are you quite possibly suggesting that she could get much worse? Be reasonable. Look at her for Heaven’s sake!"
Both the elderly lady and the Doctor turned to look at a completely absent Emily with her petite and frail body swallowed up in the cream suede seat she was sat in. Once warm and inviting, Emily’s brown eyes were dull, showing no sign that she knew where or who she was, let alone anything else to do with the outside world. Her honeycomb coloured hair was usually curled and full of volume, however in recent weeks it hung straight and limp across a pallid and grey complexion. The only sign of colour in her face were the healing red cuts upon her lips and the deep purple bruising upon her high cheekbones. Staring off into space, Emily didn’t realise her grandmother giving her a gentle shake.
Half an hour later resulted in Emily being manoeuvred and Emily was lay down upon Dr Frankos' divan and his soft hypnosis script carried lightly in the air. “Emily, imagine you are in a room with a table with a single chair in the centre. The walls around you are filled with shelves stacked to the ceiling with many, many books. Take the first book and open it to the first page…” In her mind, Emily was fully functioning and doing as she was told; noticed that the date in the book was today’s date.
“Okay Emily, you’re doing really well. Now, turn the pages until you find the page that shows the night of your escape…” Emily’s heart started to race and her eyes flickered underneath her closed bruised eyelids. Tracing her fingertips over the the book, the pages turned. Instinctively, her page turning stopped upon the right page and from nowhere she heard an invisible voice asking about what the picture in the book looked like. She refused to open her eyes to see what the monstrosity would look like upon the page. It was something she wanted to forget, not be reminded of. “Emily, what do you see in the picture” the omnipresent voice pressed.
Taking a deep breath with some pain in her ribs, Emily forced herself to open one frightened eye. And then opened another one. There was nothing on the page. Or the next. Or the next. She flicked desperately through the pages before realising that there was not a single botch of ink amongst the papers. Lifting her gaze from the book of her life she was startled to find she was no longer in the room with the books. Or even with her grandmother and therapist. She stood in a vast grassy field. There was nothing but the slightly lilac sky above her and a warm breeze that soothed her battered face. No one was attempting to talk to her or about her. No one was trying to protect her or harm her. It was peaceful here in the solitary landscape. It was satisfying enough to be a dream, if not heaven itself.