For the next 3 days, Mary lay in bed trying to recover, but she continued to feel feverish and her body temperature did not subside.
She kept having the same nightmare ever since that day.
**Don't touch this door...beware of it...danger...danger...**
:Hf..hf..ha..ha..haaaa
_and what is that supposed to mean... I keep dreaming about the same door every time I try to close my eyes... and I always unconsciously go to it, even though they warn me in every possible way not to approach it... every time I touch it, it throws me in the heat and as soon as I wake up in the cold. when will this all end...? I haven't been able to sleep properly for several days now... but I have a session very soon... it's tough_
Since her condition remained unstable, Anna decided to take her to the hospital.
-On the way to the hospital, in the car:
**It's me...Anna...It's me~
There's so much thunder here, please let me in~**
_no, no... you can't...
**Open~...
_don't...please.. I'm begging..
**Open it already!
Out of the the blue, Mary jumped up from her seat and...
:AAAAAAAAA!...
: My God! what's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare again? We'll arrive at the hospital soon...
Due to lack of sleep, deep black bags appeared under her eyes, her legs weren't able to holde her body properly and there was a constant cramp in her hands, she was constantly sick from the sight of food... in her eyes you could see the torment of a person who can't find the truth and is dangling around the fire like a motel.
: Wait..
:Mm?
:Take me ..to Mr. Eiran
:Who? The psychologist? You have a fever...
:Just do it...plea..se
Turning off the path, they headed to their acquaintance Eiran Shmit.
:Do you need help getting into his office?
:No...thanks, I'm somehow alone...
Entering his office, she saw all sorts of things for ceremonies and rituals, and remembered why she wanted to look for him less and less.
:Oh! Mary Stephens, what a rare visit, the last time you were here...hmmm..let me think..
:Three years ago
:Has so much time already passed? Sit down! And tell me what's worrying you, I assume it's something serious since you decided to come to visit the released attacker.
_yes.. Dr. Eiran Shmit was a fugitive who was imprisoned for 8 years for selling psychotropic substances, but he was released 20 years ago, so now no one remembers him, only those whose families suffered from his hands.
I had no choice but to come to him, because he is very good at hypnosis and releasing the subconscious, maybe thanks to him I can find out the reason for my insomnia.._
:I have... insomnia and nightmares
:What kind of nightmares?
Mister suddenly became very serious and cautious, as if he had already encountered such cases.
: Repetitive, the constantly repeat the same words and mirages, constantly warn me not to do something, but... I unconsciously continue to go against their will..
:I see, you won't be able to influence them.
:What..Why?
: These events have already happened, the ones you dream about, but your defense mechanism is trying to hold them back, so you constantly dream about the same snippets, trying to find the key to these memories, and until you remember everything, they will continue to knock on your closed door.try to remember by yourself, but if it doesn't work, come back to me..
You shouldn't take the easy path just to avoid hurt and difficulty, okay?
:Okay..goodbye.
:Bye..
_try to remember by myself? He's in his repertoire, when my father disappeared, he tried harder than anyone to find him and constantly interrogated me and asked me to remember where I saw him last time, but I still don't know anything, I could already have forgotten how they look like if it weren't for the family photo in the house...
Stop! Family photo, what does my mother look like... I need to ask my aunt, because she is her sister..
About 2-3 years ago, my aunt took our family photo off the wall so that I would stop bothering myself with difficult memories, maybe she could somehow help me understand myself._
:Anna!
:Yes?
_hot door..hot door...maybe I..
: Have I ever been stuck in a fire??
:What? Of course not!
_it's strange, if you add up what I dreamed, then Anna tried to save me from a burning house... or was it not like that? I can't remember anything._
: Anna
:Mm?
:What does my mother look like...
:Sister?she was an albino
:What...
_What? For some reason this reminds me of someone..._
**It's her, they, she, they, she... it's all their fault, punish them, punish her... she must pay for what her family did... give back the life of my son and daughter, whimper, hmmh, hnn ,ugh..ah**
_what was that, ugh, what was that memory !_