The Missing

[deathbycherries]

The Missing - Deathbycherries

Sam had the hugest crush on her teacher, Mr.Thompson. He had been her History teacher for three semesters since Freshman year. After the first semester, she had planned to take another class with someone else. But he had actually signed her up with him, seeming genuinely concerned for her grades.

In the second semester, he had asked her to come up to his office to discuss her grades. Sam had thought she had at least a C, but apparently it wasn't quite as good as she had thought her grade was. He said that they could do something to fix that.

He swooped over her like a hawk as he quietly shut the door. She heard the lock on the door and before she knew it she was making out with her teacher. It was not that she didn't enjoy it to an extent, but as he pulled down his pants and exposed himself; all she could feel was the gnawing worry of failure.

Needless to say, her grades worked themselves out and she graduated with a 3.6 GPA which wasn't bad at all. But something terrible happened between the year of graduation and entering the career world as a psychologist. She had gotten this patient who called himself Angel, and he was a smart guy. A beautiful guy of twenty-four, with lengthy black hair and piercing gray eyes.

Angel had plenty of problems, and it became apparent after he started telling her stuff that would worry anyone, especially a psychologist. He believed there was a secret government program after him, and that he had only just as much of a support system to keep them at bay. To keep them off before they killed him.

Then Angel would tell her all about the experiments they did on the young and vulnerable. He said they now had programs underway that were made to socially control the youth, or just the very weak minded. He said they recruited teens into the program early on, to keep it running. It was a sadistic sort of thing, and their ultimate motive was more than just power over the weak, but had a Satanic undercurrent that had been growing over the decades. She never wanted to question his sanity, but Angel made a strange case.

When he missed an appointment, Sam called his house to check up on him. He was whispering. "They found me," he said, "And they're taking me back."

"But where are you going? Let me speak to them." She said, feeling a knot in her stomach. But he hung up just then and she never saw him again.
Therapists are not allowed to reveal patient information unless they deam it necessary for their safety. Angel had disappeared. And she knew she would have to take it into her own hands to get to the bottom of it. When she confronted the police about it, they said they had no record the guy had even existed in the first place.

She said it surely had to be a mistake, she had been seeing him for two years. But they just looked at her like she was nuts. She knew she couldn't be. When she tried to retrieve the patient files, they were missing and so of course she had no proof to back this up.

Her husband, Charlie, started to get worried. He had been prying into her conversations with the slightest interest. He sometimes agreed that Angel's thoughts had been profound, but he hardly ever really acknowledged Angel had in fact existed. Angel had told her things, crazy things, about parallel dimensions and LSD space travel, about shape-shifting war soldiers and machines that could become invisible. One thing he had never talked about was his family. He must have been real, she thought. But then, where were the records? She had kept them in her house, now they were gone!

One day Sam got the key from her husband's briefcase while he was in the bathroom. Then she stuck it in her pocket and waited for him to go to work, the key was to the safe where he kept his most valuable possessions, not even Sam knew what things were in there. She had always promised to never open it, just like he promised to never go through her purse and things like her emails etc. But this time, she had a purpose. She opened the safe, and what did she find but a pile of photos of students from college. Including Angel. She hadn't known he had gone to college with her. And then she saw his file. Her heart started racing. My husband stole it? He must know something. I have to stay calm.

But when her husband came home, he flipped out. He started beating her and screaming at her until she broke down on the floor and sobbed. Then he called the police and told them she had been hysterical. Charlie had her sent to electroshock. When they zapped her, her mind began to confused reality and she had visions.

Then they increased the voltage so intensely that she could feel reality splinter. She knew then, deep down inside, that she was insane for good. No one would believe her with this record and diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder and Schizophrenia. She went home, and played the part of good wife. She even began to believe she really had just imagined it all, even with the bruises gone the pain still hadn't left her. It hurt, she drank to numb the pain. It seemed to help a little.

Then one day she ran into her old teacher Mr. Thompson randomly in the city. It was the craziest thing, so naturally they both were a little freaked out. Thompson asked about how she was. They looked at each other. Then Thompson did something unexpected, he apologized for what he did to her in her freshman year. I may have been young, but I shouldn't have been such an idiot. I'm sorry. Then, he told her about the two students who had gone missing in the years since she graduated. The names were Angel and Mary.

[deathbycherries]

"Ironic." She said.

"I know, interesting names, huh?"

"No...just that...I had a patient only a year younger than I and his name was also Angel; when one day he vanished off the face of the earth everyone told me I was crazy. They give me medicine for it now."

"That's weird." But Thompson wasn't sure he could believe her, maybe she was stalking him. Later on that day, he made a call to the cops and told them abotu Sam and how she knew one of the classmates.

They brought Sam in and interrogated her for hours on end. They found out that she had also had a close friend Named Mary Eleanor, who was the same person. Then she told the investigators about the files that she found in her husband's safe.

That's when they started believing her, she told them about his delusions of paranoia and about how he thought there was another world, and the government had more power from drug experiments. She brought up Project Bluebird, MKULTRA, and other government experiments that extended beyond simple wire-tapping. She talked about subliminal brainwashing and how they used social control to torture civilians to do their bidding. How it was evil, and at the core, Satanic.

But by then she really was sounding crazy. Still, they couldn't just send her back to a hospital, she hadn't done anything crazy as far as they could tell. She had tried to tell the truth to the best of her ability. Before they took her home, they got the FBI involved, and even though Sam feared the FBI might hurt her they promised they were not involved in the same branch as the CIA. So they opened the safe, of course Sam had the key with her but she knew Charlie had a spare. Inside the safe was a single red rose with a note. "Goodbye my Sam, you must know that I am sorry so please forgive me."

Sam started shaking and screamed, "Where is my husband?!" They searched the upstairs and found him laying unconscious on the floor. "I don't believe it! I don't! Who did this to us! To My husband!" she screamed. Then she burst out crying. Then suddenly there were cops around her grabbing her and holding her in restraints, they took her to the hospital and gave her ECT again all the while telling her that her husband had a stroke, that he wasn't dead and that she needed to calm down.

This time, she fell into a coma but came out of it after two days. While she was asleep, she saw Angel who told her that everyone was going to another place, that everything would be fine but that she had to do something for him.

When she saw her husband enter the hospital, she was overcome with not peace or relief but pure panic and fear. He was acting different. You know, everything about him was like him, everything but what she feared was inside. When they got home, he did things like clockwork. She didn't believe it was really him, but he assured her without even asking that she needed rest to recover from her episode. In time it would all become clear, he promised.

When he walked to get her a drink, she followed him and out of the corner of the kitchen saw him pouring something chemical into the water. She froze, suddenly and couldn't move. Sam was so afraid.

"That's not my medicine!" She screamed, then she grabbed a large pan and brought it down hard over his head. Instead of leaving a bruise, his skin had peeled off revealing an array of wires and buttons. And there was an incision somewhere. They had taken out his brain and replaced him with a machine. Charlie was still dead, and no one would ever believe the Delusional Sam...never.

She did what Angel had told her, she killed Charlie. She ran outside as it began to rain. She had to find Angel, no matter what, before they got to him and replaced him too. An intuitive voice urged her to go to the park downtown. When she got there, she found a row of gravestones buried beneath wet leaves. She felt herself moving away some moss almost like she was being guided. There, beneath the leaves

ANGEL of HOPE

A FRIEND TO THE LITTLE ONES

Sam was confused. If they killed him once, then how had he come to me. He wasn't like Charlie after he was replaced. No, this man was human. More than human. He really was an Angel, wasn't he? She felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She turned her head, he had dark long hair and those beautiful black eyes. She could barely contain her peace and she hugged him so tight. "What's happening, Angel?" she asked him.

"A transition." He said.

"What do you mean?"

"The sinners are trying to stay alive...and they'd do anything to keep themselves around for the next coming."

"Coming?"

"Yes, Sam, it's a war down here just as it is out there. But down here on Earth, Satan has too much power...we need to do everything we can to stop him from turning us into mindless zombies like Charlie.

"But Charlie was my husband!" She was crying.

"Charlie wanted me dead," Sam, "You see Charlie is a killer.."

"Who did he kill?" Sam asked.

"People. Lots of people."

"What do I do, Angel? What do I do now?"

"Follow me."

Angel took her by the hand and led her down to a deep forest. Then together they knelt in the cold rain. Suddenly there was a wooshing inner wind, and beautiful music of harps and violins. Sam felt herself rising. This is what happened to Mary, she realized as she hovered into the sky. She wasn't murdered, she was saved.

[Murder.Of.Crows]

Alright, the first time i tried to leave a post, my computer decided it didn't like it. So let me try again, but now i have lost my train of thought.

Your story has a good basis, but seems rushed, especially the emotional parts. Try to explain more, not just the scenes but the emotions of the characters. They also seem two dimensional, there isn't anything for the reader to connect with. Try drawing the reader in, make them feel they are the lead character and draw the confusing of whether the character is becoming insane or that there really is a secret government organization out there.

[deathbycherries]

Thank-you for the input. I know there needs to be more dimension to the characters, but I'm struggling with that for some reason. I haven't decided whether she's insane or not yet. Haha.

[Murder.Of.Crows]

I know what you mean. With the whole struggling with dimension thing, i am having problems working out dialogue. I want to do a story without dialogue, but how do still give my character's personality? I dunno... I like the idea that she is insane, it is much more rational and realistic. But, it is also so expected... Well i'm sure you'll find the way you want it and i look forward to reading it.

[scream_qween]

??? i like it, isanity is fun

[deathbycherries]

Originally Posted by scream_qween

??? i like it, isanity is fun

Thank-you for reading. I don't mind if people don't like my work, but I like sharing it with people...to know it connected to someone.

Insanity is deff. my style.