Thread: The Therapist [Ladydark/SWN1994]

It had been less than a week when the news casters stopped coming by. The small home no longer had to keep curtains close to stop the flashes of light coming into the home. The once lively and native teen was now a grown man. Perhaps his hair a bit longer than it should be up to his jawline now, and compared to his old weight Nathan was a bit too thin. Other than that the dirty blond seemed to be okay. He had refused to take many medical tests however, his blood results did show he was physically healthy. His parents did worry for his mental health. They had not seen their son since he was sixteen years old, almost seven years ago now. Honey? a soft female voice called. Nathans mother, Abigail, entered the untouched bedroom. The bedroom had been left just as Nathan had left it that morning he had gone to school. Posters of horror movies still on the wall, his outdated computer plugged into the wall, twin-size bed pushed up against the wall, and family photos still on his dresser. Other than his clothes changing the room was creepily preserved. Nathan was on his bed, looking through a few of the recent family photos on his new cell phone when he mother entered. The man was dressed in jeans and a black thermal, his his style still favoring that of comfort rather than actually fashion as it seemed. Hey mom, he spoke softly, casually as if he had never been kidnapped. Abigail smiled warmly as she was just glad to see her son again. We have the therapist ready for you. He should be here soon. Would you like to come down to eat before he comes? Sure. . . do I really need a therapist through? I mean I'm fine. . . really nothing happened well I was. . . the boy trailed off, not too sure on how to word his situation. That afternoon went on as normal as it had seen Nathan returned his parents keeping an eye on their only child as they kept him inside with his only fresh air coming from the open kitchen window. He wasn't allowed to have his bedroom opened anymore. Someone could taken him again. Even after his begging to be let out in the backyard he was still met with the It's too dangerous speech. Lunch was quick and Nathan was ushered into the reading room, his mother not leaving him as they waited for his therapist. Apparently this man was suppose to be amazing. He'd help Nathan get pass this whole ordeal. The young man would get to live a normal life after this professional helped him overcome his tragic years of being held against his will. Or so his parents thought. Truthfully Nathan regretted leaving his captor. He only wanted to visit his parents and return home. . . not this home. The one where he could open all the windows and have their dinner ready. Staring down at his hands the boy drifted off into memories of his first few days with the man he would later call Hun. March 21st It was freezing in the room he was placed in. Unable to move or do much of anything until his captor returned. In Front of him was his lunch a sandwich, milk, and some chips. His stomach growled as it begged him to just eat it. The short-haired male broke as he reached over and grabbed his plate as he was too hungry to be the stubborn teenager. The meal didn't last too long, finishing everything within minutes and by some luck even biting his bottom lip hard enough to cause it to bleed. . . . let me out! Let me out! Nathan began again, his voice weaker than before as he could barely knock on the wall now. Laying back down on the ground he shivered staring at the door. It was almost time for the man to return. He could see the light seeping from underneath the door now disappear. . . . please. . . please let me out. he begged again. Would the man be on time?