Beneath the Water by Melinda Craig

Author:Melinda Craig [Craig, Melinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Melinda Craig
Published: 2016-03-24T22:00:00+00:00

Waking Up

“Myra, I know this is hard, but you have made huge strides in your progress today. We need to finish discussing the rest of the details.”

I nodded. Maybe, just maybe, I would have a chance to prove I didn’t need to be here.

“As I spoke with the girl, I had this strange feeling. I noticed…” I shook my head. It didn’t make sense.

I felt a tap on my arm and looked up to see the psychiatrist leaning forward, uncomfortably close.

“You noticed what, Myra? Go on. Take a drink of your tea to calm your nerves and let’s continue working through this.”

I looked at the drink in my hands. I wanted him to stop shoving it in my face. It smelled strange. Why hadn’t I noticed that before? I looked up, and the psychiatrist avoided my gaze.

“What’s in the tea you gave me?” I said.

“It’s chamomile. Your nerves have been on edge, and I wanted to offer something to help.”

Where was the sympathy I heard in his voice earlier? The face that stared back at me held no kindness. A shiver ran down my spine. How much time had passed since I last drank this tea? My mind felt clearer than it had in days.

I lifted the cup to my lips as if taking a drink. The psychiatrist watched me far too eagerly. I flung the tea in his face. The mug split into pieces as it hit the floor.

He didn’t react, not even a grimace. Fear gripped my stomach as he stood. He stepped towards me and stopped, then as if nothing extraordinary happened, he grabbed a paper towel and wiped his face.

I couldn’t stay here. I slowly pushed my chair back and stood. With my back against the wall, I glanced around. The room held one door and a single small window. I would only have one chance.

The psychiatrist seemed unfazed. He stood from his chair once more and held out his hand. My back was as far against the wall it would go. His hand dropped, his smile now strained.

“Well, I see we may have pushed you too far today. I recommend a longer stay. Let’s try again in a month.”

Throwing rationality out the window, I told myself to hit and run. I stepped forward, but something strange happened. When I moved, I fell. My legs wouldn’t work. No, that couldn’t be right. I began to pull myself forward with my arms. The psychiatrist still standing a few feet away and now laughing. What was going on?

Suddenly the movement of my arms slowed, and it was as though I was floating. The last of the fog lifted from my mind, and I saw the psychiatrist in a new light. Where were the suit and clipboard? Where was the chair he sat in only moments before? Everything had changed.

More thrashing and a surge of pain shot through me. I screamed. My head, my eyes, both hurt. I shut my lids tightly trying to make things right again, but when I opened them, the walls were no longer there.

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