Lucy Lightfoot#2

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"That's all I remember doc". Lucy finishes telling her tale of where she's been to Dr. Kodak. Incredibly, the atone triptamine experience was every bit as weird as Lucy had imagined it to be. As she had anticipated, she had indeed relived one of her memories, still kept locked up inside her beautiful mind, inside of her beautiful head, and as she pulls back one brunette hair parting with her knuckle she leans on one elbow. "I saw him again; he was so sad. Sad for what he was" --"the soldier..." interjected Dr.Kodak "the soldier" continued Lucy. Dr Kodak said "the soldier doesn't really exist, Lucy. Despite what you imagine, he isn't someone you knew. He is a part of you. An aspect of your subconscious. Nothing more. Dr Kodak felt so sure he was telling Lucy the truth, of that Lucy was sure, and for a moment she had felt then something she had not felt for a long time here: comfort. Dr.Kodak's smoothly professional manner had soothed her. He was certainly as slick as any Dr.Kildare. Or Dr Mengale.............. { an unclear passage of time } "You may feel a pronounced disorientation now, Lucy and become aware of things that are not really real bbbffjhxx has become experience my voice as pronounced nonsense. Non-sense, Lucy. Nonsense plus no sense equals the dilullibility sqqwx....". Dr.Kodak's voice trailed off now, becoming more distant as Lucy drifted inward. Lucy was Fourteen again. She was watching a stark white ceiling move down and down, each light fitting, each ceiling-marking moving down and away from Lucy rapidly as she is being pushed along hospital corridors, she wonders what they are going to do to her. When she had first discovered that she was pregnant she had a strange new feeling. The feeling was of being frightened, but at the same time a kind of ecstatic joy; Lucy felt good to bring a new version of herself into the world. Then she had realized Mum and Dad would have to know; and she'd have to admit that she'd let a boy do that to her. She didn't like to make her parents angry, and it was difficult for her. It wasn't that bad, it was just the thought of it, and it was confusing her. Stupidly, she had told her form tutor, Mrs Cranbourne, that the reason there were tears in her eyes (only one or two) was not because the wind had been whipping her beautiful eyes that windy winters morning in December, told her the truth (and one or two tears welled up in this Lucy's eyes now too, as she remembered this) about how she felt ("both so happy and so sad"), her hopes, her plans : "we could all live together and be a family; me,and maybe Chris will want to too (they'd only done it once apart from 'dry-snuggles') settle down with our baby somewhere, an Andy or an Emily, we'll teach them to swim and play chess........" "Just leave it in our hands, Lucy. There's no need to worry about a thing. Your Mother and Father need never know about this. You've made the right choice Lucy." Lucy had wondered what Dr.Gosch had meant by what he said. She certainly hadn't decided anything. She supposed that must have been why she had got herself sent here. She knew that they would help her to decide what best to do. She hadn't bargained just how hard they would "help" her. When Lucy woke up she realized now her baby was gone. She caught herself feeling cut-off. She knew now she wouldn't ever feel Emily or Andie's kicks. She had wondered at how funny they would feel. Something was seriously missing. What Lucy felt next was a crashing wave of sorrow. Lucy felt a part of her was dead. Lucy was crying now. "I feel guilty" she said. She did. This felt like a dream, to Lucy. It just didn't seem real. She felt it hard to believe; her reality twisted and turned with a surrealistic quality to it's edge. "That's a very common reaction Lucy, and nothing to worry about" said Dr Kodak briskly. His pure patronization caused Lucy Nausea. 'Well then why didn't you tell me before ?' she thought. But Lucy still trusted. Lucy snapped out of it and back to the present as she caught herself snapping another tablet out of it's wrapping as Dr Kodak sat in all his would-be benignity opposite her; she faded in, then out. She picked up the glass of water in front of her and swallowed it's contents with the pill. The pill tasted bitter. Bitter and sour. Down Lucy's neck the pill fell, now.


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