I don’t normally do fiction, but this came into my head last night and wouldn’t go away. Let me know what you think
Marie has been going on for a while at going to someone who could regress her, her “obsession” seems to have gotten worse since she got her depression diagnosis, she swore she could still hear the voices even on the antidepressants and although they were quieter, they were not gone.
I guess I should say who I am, my name is Frank, we have been together 5 years and married for 2, as soon as I saw Marie I knew she was special and the girl for me.
I didn’t believe in regression, in my mind it is just pure bullshit, I suppose Marie wanted to prove it was because she felt something bigger than it being her depression.
I had to make sure she was ready for anything that would happen, it was the only thing I could do. She was so determined, she researched reputable ones. Is there such a thing?
I tried to tell her maybe this was not the time, anything, but she was determined.
She finally got an appointment with one. God knows what she paid him, I didnt want to know, if it helped, but I was sure it wouldn’t.
His name was Gary, he shock our hands and lead Marie into the room, she paused and said would you mind if my husband came in, she looked like she blushed, this was new as we had only been married 24 hours, but she wanted this to be done before we continued our journey.
Gary looked and said “well I usually don’t allow it, but if he promises to be quiet then we could try it, but if he says anything then we will have to make another appointment”
I promised I would be so quiet you wouldn’t know I was in the room.
He sat her down in a chair and started his thing, I don’t remember a lot about it, I do remember being surprised there was no big gold pocket watch.
It took 10 minutes before Marie said anything
“finally I am here”
I looked at her face, but it was no longer hers. The work we had started all those years ago had succeed
Gary and I got on our knees
“Master I am your servant”