Happy Face
Dr. Nates Alek is stamped on the door at the therapist office. Your name is called, a chipper young man with a well-taken-care-of beard takes you to the office. Inside is a fat bubbly man. He reminds you a little of Santa.. and something else you can't place your finger on. He greets you cheerfully, sticking out a hand for you to shake. He looks at you with warm cheerful eyes that fill you with dread. He sits you down and begins to talk.
"Welcome back! I know last time was just an introduction but today we are diving in. Tell me, what are you feeling right now?" He asks gleefully.
Why is he so happy, you wonder to yourself.
" I´m uneasy. I feel like i can't trust anyone. i mean i don't even know why i was in there!" your voice raises at how nervous you are.
"Now lets talk about the man." he leans back in his chair. "what was he like?"
Nightmares flash before your eyes, you remembering what happened that day.
"He was pure terror in flesh. He was vile... he.. wore a pigs head as if it were a helmet..," tears snake down your cheeks, remembering the maniac.
"Yes i know it was scary. You said he kept calling you 'Piggy'?"
"Yes. He was obsessed with pigs" your voice trembles. Somethings not right.
You eyes dart around the room, an old tic you've always had when you were anxious or nervous.
Your eyes grow wide as you see a figurine of a pig on the shelf. Your eyes dart every where else, noticing how many pig mementos there was everywhere. You look at Dr. Alek, a sly smile on his fat face. He chuckles.
Your bones chill. Your heat beats a thousand miles an hour, the color drains from your face. It's the chuckle you'll never forget.
You are in front of the maniac.
You stare at each other for what seems like forever. His smile is gone, replaced by a blank expression on his lips, but fire in his eyes. Someone behind you opens the door, you turn around to come face to face with the elderly couple that had been on the porch.
You hear a CLANK as you take a blow from your head.
***
The room is pitch black as you open your eyes. An ache in the side of your head throbs, clouding your thoughts. Dim lights start to illuminate a tired room. The floor boards are broken and the wallpaper is peeling. Broken items litter the ground about you. You realize most of the items are broken porcelain dolls and broken glass. You wail out a cry of agony. A message is written on your arm with a marker. "We changed it. You won't ever get out now!"
You're back.
"Welcome back! I know last time was just an introduction but today we are diving in. Tell me, what are you feeling right now?" He asks gleefully.
Why is he so happy, you wonder to yourself.
" I´m uneasy. I feel like i can't trust anyone. i mean i don't even know why i was in there!" your voice raises at how nervous you are.
"Now lets talk about the man." he leans back in his chair. "what was he like?"
Nightmares flash before your eyes, you remembering what happened that day.
"He was pure terror in flesh. He was vile... he.. wore a pigs head as if it were a helmet..," tears snake down your cheeks, remembering the maniac.
"Yes i know it was scary. You said he kept calling you 'Piggy'?"
"Yes. He was obsessed with pigs" your voice trembles. Somethings not right.
You eyes dart around the room, an old tic you've always had when you were anxious or nervous.
Your eyes grow wide as you see a figurine of a pig on the shelf. Your eyes dart every where else, noticing how many pig mementos there was everywhere. You look at Dr. Alek, a sly smile on his fat face. He chuckles.
Your bones chill. Your heat beats a thousand miles an hour, the color drains from your face. It's the chuckle you'll never forget.
You are in front of the maniac.
You stare at each other for what seems like forever. His smile is gone, replaced by a blank expression on his lips, but fire in his eyes. Someone behind you opens the door, you turn around to come face to face with the elderly couple that had been on the porch.
You hear a CLANK as you take a blow from your head.
***
The room is pitch black as you open your eyes. An ache in the side of your head throbs, clouding your thoughts. Dim lights start to illuminate a tired room. The floor boards are broken and the wallpaper is peeling. Broken items litter the ground about you. You realize most of the items are broken porcelain dolls and broken glass. You wail out a cry of agony. A message is written on your arm with a marker. "We changed it. You won't ever get out now!"
You're back.
