Ciarán?" a voice queried from the side of the room. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGTnOpCh4jN
The person in question, a boy currently in his teenage years, stares blankly at the John McLaughlin painting hanging on the wall in front of him. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOQjapxf0dq
It was the only splash of color that he could see in the otherwise pristine white walls or perhaps even in the whole sparsely decorated room. The settee provided for him to sit on was upholstered in soft white velvet. The smooth linoleum floors glistened like cold hard marble. The table in front of him, though made of stainless steel was topped with white-ash wood, tinted and glazed to an almost-white color, muting down any hint of warm hues from its natural state. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9ZP4lqoWg3
Ciarán lowers his gaze for a moment, watching how the meager rays of sun light floats into the room and hits the glass covering the painting. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb1gOIOQQui
He frowns. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYgzSatffHc
Though the painting was a truly a classically modern work of art in its contemporary genre, he still felt the colors were too subdued.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbtsZUxj1Wf
Too structured. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4mwNvNsNO0
Too pale. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtklrbYOt1q
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For Ciarán, his preferences were more widely attuned with the abstract, where warm and cool colors collide while the viewers' eyes are captivated by the vibrantly wild and raw quality of the piece at hand, never truly sure of whether where it belongs or stay in one place. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWAHvGfuoH7
Even he would prefer a Noland. Though similar in style it at least had a vivid quality that would contrast well with the sterile whiteness of the room. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1FGCcYan8Q
Ciarán could see it now, images begin to swirl in his head.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZNGB6rDn04
Colors all around him, hazy and blurred, they appear almost like sfumato except for a form that sharpens in the middle. Its shape resembles a silhouette, obscured by the bright light at its back yet Ciarán could still make out the details. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSZKSs41fwF
Closer and closer, he manages to focus his eyes to the silhouette.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdRHyAuErhO
"Mr. Byrne." The voice calls again. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9mh0q0Ekij
This time, the tone laced in subdued impatience.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb2gIaSgqCi
And like a pin bursting through his bubble of thoughts, Ciarán snaps back to reality and to the white-clad room.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwX2oak48Ft
Slowly, he lowers his eyes further until they land on the stern-looking figure behind the table1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcGOpTfrgQt
His wayward gaze meets her cold calculating stare. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzcCqV1U14s
The same stare she had gifted him the first time he met her a few weeks ago. The same stare that always made him feel like there's something more lurking from her albeit reserved appearance and charismatic smile. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe1j8eIYklB
It made him feel like she's waiting – waiting for something to happen. Only, he wasn't sure what it was. It was times like this that he always dreaded the past few weeks, having to attend sessions with her. Sitting on the same old chair and facing her as he pours out all his thoughts of delusion while she writes them down, each paragraph labeling him closer to being mentally insane. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBDj2iA4Va4
" Ciarán, are you with me?" She asks, a slight crinkle etched on her brow.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAeC0C0O7Nw
"Yes?" He hesitantly replies, his voice a bit too husky for his age.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKGibQyAGIz
"Do you know why you're here?" 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdWzK4bgPQz
It was always the same question she asks to start their session. One that which Ciarán always fail to answer coherently.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoaSLOxhQxJ
"Uhh," he gulped, the sound almost audible in the room. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCkd9SuDZeX
He looks around, his eyes darting from side to side, as if the whole room was closing in. He never was good at being asked on the spot. Or being the center of attention – be it in a crowd or with just another person. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgkqMtZzocm
With a deep inhalation, he replies "No."1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGxsrZTFWOD
He watches as she scribbles something on her notepad. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1m49o4q7kI
He glances at the clock on the right side of the desk, listening as it ticks away by the second.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHQQRlwJ6pT
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" Ciarán, are you aware of the events that led you here?"1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡauc30nB4Fl
He gives her what he hopes to be a sheepish smile. "Honestly Doc, I don't really kn-"1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAUGf7JOUTd
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The clock goes on. Louder and louder like an echo.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQoOvccbhrH
Like being in the deepest depths of the sea, it drowns his ears until all that he could hear was the drumming sound of his own pulse.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcwc0XPlwGT
" Ciarán?" The doctor asks again, her pen dangling a few centimeters from her notepad. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxdsejkloOR
Ciarán barely hears her, as if the very waves of sound were stuck, suspended on the surface as the waves they were. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡePeheYwto7
Ciarán rubs his temple as a new sound begins to appear. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡepODBdZ9VC
This time, it was a piercing sound, almost like a slow drumming of static before turning into a constant ringing. His childhood physician had jotted it down as a mild case of Tinnitus but he knew it wasn't the case. The ringing kept on occurring in sporadic rates throughout the years. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiOWAaTHBHq
He continues to rub his temple, shaking his head until it finally disappears. At least, for the meantime.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7RpqUrNCUV
He clears his throat. "I'm sorry, you were saying something?"1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡekAFGoX7T5
She sighs and walks around the table. She stops in front of him, leaning gracefully on the side of the table. Arms planted by her sides, she looks down and looks at him again in the eye. This time her expression lacks most of their icy reserve.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT0hBL5J3EM
"Ciarán, I know our last few sessions didn't exactly start on the right foot. I also know that you don't want to be here but please remember that I'm just trying to help you."1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRH47XqPzCQ
Right, as if he hadn't heard that spiel before. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVDUtwYEHE1
"Well, I don't exactly recall myself asking for help." He mutters, unable to conceal the bitterness in his voice. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdq2UUODQOB
He turns his head away, not wanting to see her reaction. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqDrUFSDtVK
When he did glance her briefly through his periphery, he adds, "So you might as well just write that down because that's all you're gonna get."1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSgOSnj7UdM
He didn't see her gaze softening but he did hear her sigh. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHmF8vPL1la
"Unfortunately, I can't do that." 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE0BBQSe5Tf
She reaches in the right pocket of her slacks and pulls out a small silvery object. When she raises it to his view, it got caught in the reflection of the light. The fleeting bounce of light was enough to catch his attention.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcl3V2aF9XU
"Ciarán, what do you see?" she asks, holding up the object closer to him.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4ANHahIyqi
"A quarter?" he responds skeptically, not sure of where the sudden shift of subject would lead to.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZnZts1oWj9
"Now, that's where you're wrong. This," she gestures at the coin, "is more than just a quarter. It's a memorabilia passed down through generations and it holds a certain part of a past almost like a story." 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo1kpbqMmei
She places the coin on the table by its rim where both sides can be seen. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPkXzHlKLWr
Still not letting go of the coin, she adds, "In fact, on my grandfather's word and many of those before him, had sworn that they still see glimpses of the past and helps them remember. Now, I don't particularly believe in such phenomena that can't be logically explained and experienced in a non-vicarial manner. Shall we try to find out?"1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf1uxWiFyNj
Ciarán merely shrugs before the doctor spins the coin. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfXtgn8XGzb
Round and round, it goes, until all the naked eye could see was a flashing blur. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0dOElWGHrm
"Ciarán, if you may, I need you to look at the coin. I want you to focus on it and slowly, take a deep breath and let it out."1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaPTzr2nS1Z
Eyes transfixed, he follows the instructions of her lulling voice. Breathing deeply, he exhales, letting go of the tensions that once knotted his shoulders.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlu9i9XvhPl
"Good. I want you to keep on doing that while I ask you some questions. You're gonna answer them, won't you Ciarán?"1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcLHzghGzFA
"Yes," he breathes out.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuwlJ3VVNiu
"Very good. Now, let's start all over again. Why do you think you're here?"1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmP45NOGu6l
"I," he licks his lips and gulps, a slight a hesitation in his voice. "I'm here because-because... I can move stuff with my mind."1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ5M9KY8GOp
"What sort of stuff?"1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJin7EKZRM1
Another gulp. The clock ticks twice before he answers. "Anything. I 'pushed' the end of a crane to crush Sam's dad. I-I swear I didn't," he breaks off, his chest shaking at the memory, "I didn't mean to... do it."1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfIu7dvbSvz
The doctor lays a comforting hand on his shoulder. Its warmth temperature brought a much-needed respite to calm the cold vicious nerves entangling his lungs. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOSfSY7EhQD
"Hush, relax, Ciarán. Nobody thinks that you did it on purpose."1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHsCYrkAXUJ
"But they do." He mutters harshly, "you should've seen them. Sam... Mike... Mrs. Lopez...the other kids at school, even- even my sister. They've always looked at me like I'm some sort of a freak." 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFlIvHgjFaS
He bites out the last word, remembering the cruel words the others had called him. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ86MDjVfD6u
"But are you?"1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeBr5sWTa7B
"No!" He breaks his gaze from the coin, facing her squarely and shrugging her hand off his shoulder. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVcG8MR9GOK
He looks her straight in the eyes before turning his head back towards the coin, "At least, I don't want to be. Maybe I am a freak, I wouldn't know if I were one."1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqs9B1UZg7M
"I don't." 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm6IQRuG23p
His eyes, while never leaving the coin, widen in surprise. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdeRE2l8i7F
"How would you know?" He snorts incredulously. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpABBi8VQM8
The doctor merely shrugs. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡikD07z54PQ
"I don't know for sure. But what I can say is you're a special young man."1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNk4wqbDNTh
"Come on, doc. You can't possibly think I would believe that nonsense. You're just saying this for my sake." 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX5lOMclARd
She tilts her head to the side, a confused expression on her face. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSuUJjheHcb
"You keep insisting that gift of yours is a curse, and here I am telling you otherwise. Yet, you still won't believe. What really eats you up from the inside? What else makes you think that you're a freak, besides the telekinesis?" 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0bmnAMFOuy
He shakes his head, his voice rough, "No, you just don't get it doc. It's not just the mind-moving-telekinesis-shit you're going on. I'm a freak!"
Out of nowhere, the painting hanging on wall dropped on the floor in a loud thud. The glasses on the wall vibrating in a moderate hum, cracks threatening to break the surface. The forgotten glass of water on the table bubbles, slowly tipping off the rim of the glass.
Ciaràn leans in, his eyes clouded with an eery gleam. The coin spins faster than ever, losing its own shape in its motion and appearing like a blur.
He grits,"I'm a freak because whenever I sleep inside my room, I always wake up in who-knows-where. The recent one was in my neighbor's house. In bed. With his daughter. I'm a freak because wherever I go, I see her while no else does– and she distracts me like hell!"
CRACK!
The glass from the windows finally breaks, the water spills upward.
He can feel it now. The power he had been keeping at bay flows through this veins in an electric rush. He clenches his fist to reel it back in. He barely succeeds.
The water stops in midair, the splashes like rain drops floating above them. It suspends on an invisible force.
He motions his head to her and asks bitterly, "So you tell me, doc, do you still deny that I'm a freak? An insane freak?"
"Yes." She simply replies.He grunts and takes a deep breath. Slowly the water falls back down to the glass. The cracks on the window recedes.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0djjVmmrHJ
Ciaràn grits his teeth, his gaze unblinking and still focused on the coin. As if by looking away, he would lose grip over his sanity and temperance.
"From what you've just told me, I don't think you're special,"
Ciaràn scoffs.
"Rather, you are a very special young man who had been through so much pain and enmity and in need to relax." 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ07NG4FC4Tk
She places her hand again on his shoulder, applying a bit of pressure this time. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFvGCvZTVsT
"Breathe."1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUO7h4UPzfW
He defiantly does so. Again and again he breathes until the flow of air comes easier into his lungs.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfdnKXQPQCn
"Better," she remarks. "Now, about the girl. Can you tell me more about her?"1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI43o9Z6Sx1
"What about her?" he asks, unsure at the turn of their conversation.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7zmadq0ZGV
"Anything. Any thing you can think or remember about her."1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVxl9x5ro4s
"I don't-" he tilts his head to the side, "I don't know what to say."1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5oA9fU68kv
Ciaràn thinks back to the blurred form earlier, to the silhouette who had her back against the bright light. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyWlpqTMNIS
Slowly, he can see her clearly now. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs7YjtCqAk3
The haze disappears, showing the fine details of her face kissed by the warm sunlight. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4KP7pWGLp3
Threading across a field towards him, floating like a nymph. Hair as dark as grey ash whipping wildly against her ethereally stunning visage. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFjZytFMKTm
He blinks, and all of a sudden he finds himself mere inches from her. She slowly turns her back to him, silently urging him to follow her. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbF7psJlg81
He respires as he watches as her movement in the wind causes the silk strands to lightly caress a pair of wide sensuous lips. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiHNqNBjbzY
Her eyes. Christ, her eyes! 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG46b7J8Jis
Like the misty sky from the mountains tops after a cold wintry night and speckled with light silver-grey specks, captivates his senses. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNvg5DP2WmR
And when she smiles sensuously, when those beautifully curved lips meet, a merest hint of a dimple appears and he finds his jaw slacks.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFRsCRl6Rl8
He really was insane. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYhNv13MVP1
He had to be. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUCudyiuzzC
No one could be that beautiful as her and still be real.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHmZ2z6CRi4
"It's alright, take your time. Just think and say something about her like a"-1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt2HgPHfCZq
"Like a story?" he inquires, the side of his mouth quirking as if amused at the idea.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQVLUmL1bMO
"Yes. Exactly. Like a story," she nods encouragingly.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS657GQfo4S
Ciaràn lets out a shaky laugh to himself. 1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmPsr9k1pk9
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