Thread: Hysteria  [Father & Forbidden]

img500x670 A few days ago, that question would have made her roar with anger and denial. I AM focused on here and now! she could almost hear herself. The German seemed to gradually relax as she massaged her limbs. Her panting was doused back to regular breathing, and slowly her surroundings became realer to her. Her cheeks now petaled with shades of rosy pink, her voice no longer a ghostly whisper. A few seconds went by before she answered the doctor's question. Umm... she muttered, before her lips curved in a smile. She rubbed her forehead with her left hand and started giggling, I went back to working in the veterinarian clinic!. There was joy in her voice, and the blush on her cheeks grew redder. I adore animals she confessed as she looked down at the ground, her hand still supporting her forehead and her left toe drawing circles on the floor. I spent the other day taking care of a kitten. It was obvious that despite her efforts, her German accent still peaked between the syllables. She could mask a few words, but a mere sentence can easily expose her exoticism. Suddenly, the tides turned. I've not worked there since Francis.., she took a deep breath. Her lips quivered and her eyes pulsed , as if emotions were dueling for the right to conquer her face. After a few skirmishes, smiling won the fight. A gentle Mona Lisa-like smile appeared on her face. Francis encouraged me to follow my dreams. When I thought I wasn't a good actress, he drove me to a local theater on audition week she paused and smiled, He told me we wouldn't go back home until I stepped in and auditioned. Heidi lifted her face from the nest of her hands and eyed the doctor, I'd not even practiced. The smile grew larger on her face, I got the role she whispered, and a tear fell down her cheeks. She slowly started sobbing. The petals now had dew. I'm sorry she murmured as she wiped her tears. You wanted happy thoughts, she smiled again, her eyes still sparkling with tears. The other psychiatrists said I shouldn't go back to acting on stage. Stage lights make me lightheaded. I can't concentrate with many people watching me or talking around me. Besides, the whole thing just brings back bad memories and gives me nightmares. It makes me remember things I don't want to remember she sighed, then took a deep breath and looked deep into the doctor's eyes. He looked handsome, with eyes the color of honey and hair with shades of black and grey. He looks like Francis.. she suddenly realized, and for a moment she saw her late husband sitting opposite to her. Heidi bit her lips and a million thoughts raced through her mind. What do I say? Do I smile? Do I hug him, kiss him, or fuck him? Does he hate me now? Is he angry? Does he even remember? She was contemplating on what to do. What to say. How to react. Memories upon memories played inside her head like a film reel, complete with sounds of crying, yelling, and wood burning. There were millions of things she could do. There were millions of things she wanted to do. However, in the end, Heidi made the wrong decision - she blinked, and just like that, the figure before her shifted to a man with hazel eyes, grey beard, and thin glasses. Francis didn't wear glasses.. the realization disappointed her. Should I be on medication? Her voice was weak, but hopeful. Her eyes would sparkle whenever her blue pupils danced around, and below her scimitar-shaped nose, her pink lips were smiling. Maybe she was broken in the inside, but on the outside she seemed content with herself. Perhaps it was the doctor's presence, Or Francis's.