Nafarman

Summer Child

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The Branding Iron "Oh the misery, everybody wants to be my enemy~" Walking through the corridor, Jay was humming to himself. It was supposed to be a prescribed advice to keep his anger checked. It wasn’t working, not today. He seemed disturbed. The frown lines on the young adult’s forehead were thickening by the minute. The knocks of his boots echoed around the empty corridor as he made his way to the lift. Jay was hoping he wouldn’t have to run into any of his coworkers today. This was his third job in last four months and he had to keep this one. He didn’t want his anger issues to become a part of his resume. Thankfully, the lift was empty. Heaving a little sigh, the man got on the lift, quickly pressed “B2” then restlessly began to press the close button, as if the repeated presses would make the lift door close any faster. It was a short ride, but Jay was increasingly becoming restless. Suddenly the tie around his neck felt too tight. When that was loosened, he was feeling too warm for having his suit on. When the suit came off, there was something on his face that he couldn’t wipe off no matter how much he tried. In the middle of that, he felt something was creeping into his chest. Crossing his arms seemed to satisfy him for the moment, but the invisible bug started crawling on his face again, thrusting him between a limbo of wiping his face and keeping his arms crossed against his chest. Finally, the doors opened and Jay was free from the purgatory. Leaning forward, with his weight mostly on his toes, Jay hurried over to his car. He had to get away from this place, from all the known faces. Luck really wasn’t on his side today. His head loudly smacked against the car door when he was trying to get in. “Owh…” groaning in pain, he slumped down on the seat, slamming the door close. “Fuck… FUCK!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, slamming his fists on the steering wheel over and over. There was no relief from this frustration, but eventually he started to calm down. The slams were getting weaker and slower and eventually it stopped with Jay resting his head on the steering wheel. Heaving a deep sigh, he put the keys into the ignition chamber and leaned back up. “Siri, call Dr. Shen.” He said, starting the engines and pulling out of the parking. The call rang for a bit until a calm, low voice floated out of the car speakers, “Why, what a pleasant surprise Mr. Miller. I really appreciate you taking initiative to call me. Was there anything you wanted to talk about before our appointment on this Friday?” Thankfully, our technologies hadn’t developed so much where we could punch someone over a voice call. For some reason, Jay hated how Dr. Shen would always make a point of being overly gentle with his words. “Cut the crap! I know you just want the money and I will shower you with a fucking bucket of it. I just need you to give me something strong! Something that would fuck me up and knock me the fuck out, I’m tired of these fucking nightmares.” That’s what Jay intended to say, but regained his composure before opening his mouth. “Hey there Mr. Shen. Can we have the appointment today?” He asked, glancing over the digits on the car screen. It was 22 past 5. “At 6pm? It’s kinda urgent.” Jay didn’t need to clarify it; the urgency was resonating allover his tone. The other side remained silent for a moment. “Well, certainly. I will be looking forward to meeting you at my office then. Safe travels, Mr. Miller.” “Thank you, really appreciate that.” Jay said quickly, before hanging up, preparing to take the next left to Mr. Shen’s chamber. It was 8 past 6, Jay was sitting on the divine sofa in front of Dr. Shen, with his face under his palms. “Mr. Miller, please relax. I am here to listen and work through this difficult time with you. Please lay down and free your mind-” Jay didn’t let him finish, “That’s, that’s the thing! I just can’t relax! No matter what I try, everything makes me angrier, more frustrated and I don’t know what to do about it! I…” As Jay was talking, Dr. Shen poured a glass of a water and placed it near him on the coffee table. Patiently, he waited for Jay to finish. “..these nightmares are driving me insane. I’m scared of falling asleep, nothing feels right anymore.” Jay stopped rambling and reached for the glass of water. Dr. Shen hadn’t taken any notes yet. Once Jay stopped, he reached for the pad and pen. “I can understand the stress you are in Mr. Miller. It is rare to experience such escalations, but I assure you, I can help and I am here to help you. Let’s start from the beginning. Do you remember since when you have been having these nightmares?” He asked calmly. Jay was catching his breathes after chugging down the glass of water. “Uh… I’m not sure. About 5 or 6 days? I remember having… similar nightmares before.” He said, setting the glass down on the table, trying to recall more about the nightmares. “But it was never recurring like this.” The psychiatrist quickly took down some notes, underlined the keywords a few times then looked up at Jay, “Mhmm, anything else? Kindly talk me through your last week, did anything significant happen? Did you happen to reconnect with someone you share traumatic memories with?” The young man leaned back, trying to recall the details of the spent week. “No, I haven’t reconnected with anyone like that, but...” He began to speak, trying to be as descriptive as he could under his current conditions. Dr. Shen carefully listened to him, taking down little notes, and trying to understand the state of his mind before he would go to sleep and finding a pattern. So far, the symptoms were pointing toward some repressed events, only thing that was left was to find common threads between the patterns and the contents of the nightmare. “Very good Mr. Miller, I really appreciate you going in details about your days. It really helped me in the process.” Dr. Shen said with a smile, once Jay finished his words. “We are ready for the next step now, please describe these nightmares to me. Can you tell me anything about the place where you see yourself? About the people around you if any? If yes, do they at all seem familiar to you? If they are strangers, did you feel any sort of connections with them?” The plethora of questions was making Jay really nervous, but as he began to focus on trying to recall the contents, he eased down rather quickly. The questions outlined the description he needed to provide. Sighing a little, Jay began to talk. “I saw myself in the middle of… a burning town. Everything looked really backdated, as if I was somewhere in the 1800s. People were screaming allover, I was hearing footsteps, as if they were being chased by something. I don’t remember correctly, but I did not feel any sort of connection with anyone, or the urge to help them. If anything, I was… enjoying it?” Jay paused. “The terrifying part is… I saw myself, stepping over a helpless young girl, with um… with a branding iron shaped like a trident on my hands. I felt… an intense hatred for the girl, I didn’t know why, but it felt right. I still don’t know why I felt like that. Then… I aimed the branding iron for her back and pressed it down.” Jay paused again, quietly reaching out for the glass and holding it out for another glass of water. Dr. Shen nodded understandingly and poured him another glass of water. Jay took a small sip then set the glass down and began to talk again, “The iron… it was red hot. I clearly remember the sizzling sounds of her flesh burning against the iron. From that moment, the hissing would be the only constant and everything else would fade out. Even after marking her, I would keep pressing the iron, until it would melt through her skin. I… I never smelled burning flesh other than steaks, but I would get this intense smell of her flesh burning. No, the smell wasn’t remotely close to how steaks smell like.” He paused for a brief moment. “I would keep pressing, getting this… euphoria from seeing her flesh melt through the iron until I would reach her heart. Then a bone chilling scream and I wake up. I’ve been having this same nightmare, on and on, everytime I fell asleep the last few days. Even if I laid down for a nap!” Jay began to lose his nerves again as he kept talking about it. Seeing the situation escalating, Dr. Shen stopped him. “That would be plenty for now, Mr. Miller. Please relax. Let’s take a break and have a cup of green tea. I can see some connections between some past events and the dreams you are having. Under the state you had been in the last few days, it would be…” Dr. Shen kept talking, trying to ease Jay down but Jay had given up. And here comes the bullshit; Jay thought, reaching for the glass. But as he did, he suddenly saw he was holding the same branding iron from his nightmares instead of the glass. His breathes hitched up quickly and he began to shake visibly. He could feel the heat radiating from the crimson end of the iron. All freaked out, as he looked up at Dr. Shen, he suddenly got this irresistible urge to shove the iron down his chest, and mark him up. The psychiatrist noticed the shift in air, the visible changes in Jay. “Are you alright?” He asked, but nothing was reaching through to Jay. The man kept looking back and forth from his hand to him. Anticipating Jay was going into a shock, Dr. Shen quickly got up from his seat, assuming a defensive position. As soon as he got up from his seat, Jay heard the same old sky piercing scream in his head, and out of reflex he tossed the iron on the other side of the room. When the glass shattered against the wall, Jay managed to snap out of it. “Oh god… I’m so sorry… I think I’m hallucinating.” Jay said covering his face in shame. “I… I kept seeing the same branding iron on my hands. I should go… I need to go.” Jay quickly stood up on his feet. Dr. Shen seemed relieved as Jay gained his composure back. “Please, sit down Mr-“ He tried to say, but seeing the condition of the man, he swallowed his words. He couldn’t find the confidence to ask him again. “It wouldn’t be wise to drive home now Mr. Miller. Shall I call you an uber?” He asked, trying to stay as calm as he could. “No.. no, no need.” Jay said, “I just wanna be alone for the time being.” The man didn’t wait anymore and hurried his way out of the room. As he walked out, he found Dr. Shen’s assistant standing right outside of the door. It didn’t take Jay much to figure why she was there. On his way out, Jay took a good look at the assistant. Of course, he has a slutty secretary… he commented in his head from the tight midi skirt she was wearing. Simultaneously with the thought, he suddenly found himself in that same town again, holding the branding iron, over the helpless girl, ready to mark her from the hatred. Except this time, he could clearly see it was the assistant he was aiming for.

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