Snapshots through time: Liana’s decision

Forever and always

Liana noticed both Sanella and Ezra locked in an intense conversation and she walked in.

Ezra looked a little stricken and Sanella looked smug, which was strange because ever since he had gotten her pregnant Ezra had stuttered around like a peacock whereas Liana had become a recluse, embarrassed at having fallen pregnant because of a one night stand; she very rarely left her office.

Liana walked in, and they both jumped.

“You want to publish it?” Ezra asked, recovering some of his composure.

Liana met Sanella’s distressed gaze.

“Why do you hesitate?” Ezra asked,

“Morally, I’m not sure if it is the right thing to do.”

Ezra looked confused for a moment before nodding.

“Both Jonah and Eleanor are patients at the institute, and you blame yourself for making them recount their lives.”

He phrased it like a statement but Liana nodded.

“The more they remembered of their past lives the –”

“The crazier –”

“We don’t say the word crazy!” Sanella reprimanded.

“Fine, the more they remembered of their past lives the more mentally unstable they became, and from the looks of all the other people you interviewed it appears that this is a trend.” Ezra said nodding, as he began to pace.

“So now your fear is; that people will think that there is no such thing as mental health issues, just people who have remembered something they shouldn’t.”

“We are not supposed to remember our past lives.” Sanella said softly.

They were all quite for a long time.

“Do you ever wonder how many things have been discovered and kept a secret because we are just not ready to face some truths?” Ezra mused.

“It is for the greater good,” Liana said, “tragedy has plagued Jonah and Eleanor for decades, because their love was too strong, it overrode any commands of the brain to not remember. Maybe if they are lucky; in their next life they can forget enough to enjoy a love they have waited two life-times for.”

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Snapshots through time: Eleanor remembers the past

Embrace me Jonah

Embrace me Jonah

Jonah waited beside Eleanor’s bed, the doctors were confused, a woman of thirty with no history of health issues didn’t simply have a seizure and slip into a coma for a month. Jonah didn’t care what the experts said, he would wait for his Eleanor, he had already waited one life time for her and he didn’t mind waiting another.

It came as no surprise to him when she awoke and called out to him.

“I remember,” she said softly. “My darling Francis, I remember.”

“If it hurts you, then don’t.” He had said to her, brushing her dark her away from her forehead, so different from the lighter shade she’d had in her previous life, with the thought came a piercing pain in his head but he fought through it.

“I have to know, I need to. On the train tracks that day, what happened?” She asked her voice urgent, as though she knew her mind wouldn’t last long in this fluid state.

“We were supposed to meet one last time, but the train it hit you,” Jonah said carefully, “I died a few years later, working on the railway, I couldn’t be away from trains from you.”

Eleanor smiled sadly.

“How can it be that we have loved each other for two lifetimes, but never really get to be together?”

Jonah hugged her tightly as his mind started to rebel.

“I don’t know Miss Marie-Ann, I don’t know.”

Short Story: The Struggle for perfection

She looked in the mirror, tilting her body from one side to the other, her eyes narrowed a fraction as she detected with a critical eye more than a few things wrong.
Olivia huffed in annoyance. How long till she was perfect? She had been working out for months and still her body wasn’t where she wanted it to be. The lack of food the strenuous workouts in the gym. What was the point if she couldn’t look exactly how she wanted?
She covered the mirror with a sheet again, she only allowed herself the mirror a week before weigh day to pump her up and it usually worked, but today, she felt more deflated than anything.
She needed to be perfect.
She glanced at the time, it was five am. If she hurried she could get in a full workout before she left for work. She quickly pulled on her tracksuits and her hoddie. She hated jogging; she really did, and preferred her workout DVD much more but her roommates had started to complain about the noise she made every time she jumped up and down. Disliking gyms for their crowds she had been forced to start jogging but had stopped when she realised that her neighbour worked nights and got in around eight am. She had snuck in and had been so afraid every second, but after a while she had grown comfortable, she had even had a key cut and kept spare exerting clothes over at his house.
*
Olivia was barely functional after returning from work, they had a new boss that Olivia actually liked but who had known her before and so kept referring to her as Ollie. She hated it, hated any attachment to before. She wanted to distance herself from before as much as possible but couldn’t do it if she was being referred to as Ollie.

Short Story: Doctor Luella Lee part 8

Name: Gregory George James

Age: 22

Occupation: Unemployed/ Currently volunteering at a charity shop.

Evaluation: After nearly three months of therapy, Mr James has slowly re-connected with his younger sister Miss Georgiana Geneva James, on the few occasions I have met Georgiana she has been very friendly and open, she is proving very helpful in helping Mr James transition into the world. Mr James still has issues concerning his parents and coming to terms with what happened, but he is proving very adaptable, he has made an exceptional amount of progress in such a short amount of time.

The prisoner

“Good morning Luella.” Mr James says cordially as he makes himself comfortable on the sofa.

“You are looking very happy today Gregory, how was your sisters birthday celebration yesterday?” Luella says smiling.

“It went well, thank you, she liked the gift I gave her,” he pauses and his smile falters. “My auntie sent a present.”

“How do you feel about that?” Luella says carefully.

“I don’t know, I don’t think it is right to blame every single member of my family for what happened, but where were they?” He says heatedly.

“Gregory you can’t blame –”

“I’m not trying to blame them, I just…” he trails off as he blinks back tears. “The more I learn about what happened, the more,” he swallows. “They aren’t to blame a hundred per cent, right?” He asks looking up at her.

“No they aren’t.” She says softly.

“If, maybe if they had gotten help, like I did, then…” he trails off as he looks down. “I hate that I have to go to my sister’s parent’s evenings, she will never know what it is to have parents.”

“What about you?”

“I at least knew them, and they were not as bad she thinks they are. I just wish –”

“Don’t do that Gregory, Georgiana has you, finally, something bad happened to you and it wasn’t your fault. You can either allow that fact to consume and destroy you or, as you have done you can acknowledge it and try to move and grow from it.”

Gregory nods. “Life is what you make.”

“Exactly.” Luella says smiling.

Short Story: Doctor Luella Lee part 2

Name: Gregory George James

Age: 22

Occupation: Unemployed/ Currently volunteering at a charity shop.

Evaluation: Mr James has recently been taken out of Saint Mungo’s Hospital for the mentally unstable and insane. Mr James witnessed a horrific scene when he was thirteen years old: both parents committed a double suicide by shooting each other; Mr James blames himself for not being able to stop them. Mr James was found cradling his little sister who he had assumed had died but was later able to be revived at hospital. Mr James was committed shortly after witnessing the death of his parents, his sister went into foster care, she was only six at the time of her parent’s death. Mr James has finally been allowed to leave the facility provided he attends therapy twice a week, a fact he finds infuriating. Mr James has yet to make physical contact with his sister who he remained in contact with during his stay at the institute.

The prisoner

“We both know why I’m here, there’s no reason to pretend I enjoy it, I must sit here and be subjected to your questions for two hours, I stay out of that place you get paid everybody is happy.”

“Have you thought about what I said last week? About your sister?”

Mr James remains silent, and continues to stare at the ceiling.

“Why do you think it’s hard for you to communicate with her know that you’re out?”

Mr James is still silent.

“George she doesn’t blame you.” Luella says softly.

He turns to her sharply; “Do you think I? I don’t blame myself? I have never – I wasn’t responsible!” Mr James begins to start shaking.

Luella calls for the security, James is on the floor having a full fit. Luella administers a sedative. Mr James is taken back into the hospital for overnight observation.

Short story: The Tate Therapy part 3

As we looked around the galleries on level 5, I began to feel calmer, I even responded to some of Megan’s remarks about the artwork. Although I was calmer, I wasn’t as moved. Megan only had to mention a giant box to me, and I was hyperventilating, but most of the paintings – beautiful pieces too – didn’t and couldn’t have the same powerful effect on me. Mostly I looked around at the different paintings with indifference. Megan seemed to sense this and so we moved around much more quickly.

On level 4, I entered one of the galleries, and saw one of the most breath-taking sculptures that I had ever seen. ‘The kiss’ it was named, the statue was of a couple locked in a passionate embrace. There love is set in stone, it says the lovers where killed by the women’s jealous husband, but in that moment there love has been captured and it will last forever. When I saw it, I felt – so moved, it was so strange, there was this warmth that I suddenly felt. The effect it was having on me took me by surprise. There was something so real about it. I guess because the story behind it is real. It was the first time, in a very long time where a powerful emotion had been tied to something good. I am not used to feeling so passionate about something; I could have stayed there forever. Megan and I then, sketched and took photographs of the kiss. After we had lunch, then desert, then a quick toilet break, we made our way to the Box.

I glanced up at the structure as we approached it, my heart was racing. Megan hadn’t been exaggerating.