Shatter

Posted: January 2, 2011 by writingsprint in postaday2011, postaweek2011, Science fiction, Shatter
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This is a little something I was working on a long time ago. Bob has a hard time with mirrors, that goes beyond simple phobia. He’s about to find out that he has mental powers, and some other surprises.

Bob held the mirror on his chest. He was sweating. Wireless sensors were taped to his head, fingers, and other parts of his body, to monitor what was about to happen next.

“Look at the mirror,” Dr. Sekare said.

Bob lifted up the mirror and looked into it. The first difference, between this time and the others, was that he actually saw his face. He started to smile. Was he cured? He made eye contact, and everything went black.

Bob didn’t know how long he was gone. When he came back to the room, he was hearing the din of thousands of voices, everything, coming from everywhere inside his head. It came to an end slowly, like turning down the roar of fans at a stadium one voice at time. Bob held the sides of his head. It felt like it was splitting open. Bob had suffered from migraines since he was a teenager, but they had gotten more frequent over the years, and worse in the past year.

He rocked, back, front, back, front, like a baby. “Oh God… oh God…,” he said. The screaming stopped. The world felt quiet. Bob could hear the ticking of the clock in the room, which was weird because it was a digital clock, and he could hear Dr. Sekare’s breathing. The doctor’s calm scared Bob sometimes. There were yogis studing with the Dalai Lama who thought Dr. Sekare was a little creepy. Bob had been working with Dr. Sekare for the past five years, after the CAT scans had turned up negative, and he had tried to find a way to live with the pain.

Bob checked his nose and ears for blood, by touch, like he learned to do months before. He didn’t dare look at the mirror again.

“Are you okay?” Dr. Sekare asked softly.

What a stupid question. “No, I’m not okay. I feel like my skull is a bell and a little demon just went berserk banging on the inside with a clapper for about four hours. Do I look okay?”

“Think it through, like we talked about. Step by step. What happened?”

Bob did something different this time. Instead of talking through what had happened during the episode, how it felt, what it tasted like, what he heard, he looked at the good doctor and was about to tell him off. At that moment, a glass on the doctor’s desk broke.

Bob was surprised, and started to laugh. Dr. Sekare almost jumped out of his chair, which was the part that really surprised Bob. “You all right, doc?” he asked. It was one thing to ask a question that Bob didn’t like, but when Sekare jumped he looked like a frightened terrier. “I think that was a sign,” Bob laughed. “Maybe we’re done today.”

Dr. Sekare straightened his glasses. “Yes. Uh… yes, I think we’ve reached a good stopping point. I can’t imagine why that happened.” He laughed a short, uneasy laugh, rolled his eyes, then took a few deep breaths. “Please write in your journal about what happened during today’s exercise. I do want to talk to you about it in our next session.”

“No problem.”

“Before you go – seriously, how are you?”

“I’m fine, now. But man, that last one was the worst. Just… the worst.”

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  1. Gus Auch says:

    I want to see where you take this.

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