Young Adult had been having a rough time of it lately, to say the least. Tragedy after tragedy, world turned upside down. Ruined friendships, uncontrolled actions and reactions. Focus spiraling in and out. Spouting radical honesty at what YA thought was inappropriate times, then shivering in terror and relief when the news went well, cringing in horror when it went the other way. Hurt a friend beyond YA's understanding. Lost and lost and lost. Many tales could come from those days, walking through the shadow of death. This is but one.
At a time when strangeness had it's grip, and nothing seemed like it could be the same anymore, YA was taken carefully to a psychologist.
There were two secretaries in the shared office pool, the fairer one made a comment about how YA got hair so long, down to the midsection. YA was feeling honest, said just let it grow and grow, over years. But that it had just stopped about where it was. Seems like it won't grow longer, or would take a long, long years. The suave one never looking from her work agreed, that's true! I've heard that before! YA pondered that, cause remembers seein a lady on the tv who grew hair out the door and round the back yard once. Maybe every bodys body's there own business.
Glasses-white-tail greeted YA calmly, offered a chair. The words were exchanged, but something about the words seemed hollow and unreal to YA. Monotone and script fed was GWT. Though maybe GWT said something about being a hypnotist..... And that's when the multicolored specks of light in the shape of a tower (about adult sized) came to into focus, off to the right between YA and the potted plant (Was it real? Was it fake? At this point, did the distinction matter? --- referring to the plant, of course) .
For once in YA's life, 'stared boldly at the apparition, roughly where one could imagine eyes might be,... if it had eyes. A grin that Fox would approve of formed, eyes widened, as the conversation with GWT was maintained minimally, but YA never took eyes off of their visitor. A mental image formed, though it was a projection of YA's mind. GWT asked YA if there was anything to be asked of him? Just out of curiosity, asked if YA was going to be hypnotised. GWT said he didn't think it would be helpful. YA considered that maybe hypnosis was a term for letting that pillar of lights do whatever it was intended to do.
When it seemed like the visitor wasn't going to appear to do anything, YA wrapped up the conversation with GWT. YA didn't return. Seemed like what needed to be seen was seen. Though it wasn't the end of the troubles, no. Not even the beginning.
At a time when strangeness had it's grip, and nothing seemed like it could be the same anymore, YA was taken carefully to a psychologist.
There were two secretaries in the shared office pool, the fairer one made a comment about how YA got hair so long, down to the midsection. YA was feeling honest, said just let it grow and grow, over years. But that it had just stopped about where it was. Seems like it won't grow longer, or would take a long, long years. The suave one never looking from her work agreed, that's true! I've heard that before! YA pondered that, cause remembers seein a lady on the tv who grew hair out the door and round the back yard once. Maybe every bodys body's there own business.
Glasses-white-tail greeted YA calmly, offered a chair. The words were exchanged, but something about the words seemed hollow and unreal to YA. Monotone and script fed was GWT. Though maybe GWT said something about being a hypnotist..... And that's when the multicolored specks of light in the shape of a tower (about adult sized) came to into focus, off to the right between YA and the potted plant (Was it real? Was it fake? At this point, did the distinction matter? --- referring to the plant, of course) .
For once in YA's life, 'stared boldly at the apparition, roughly where one could imagine eyes might be,... if it had eyes. A grin that Fox would approve of formed, eyes widened, as the conversation with GWT was maintained minimally, but YA never took eyes off of their visitor. A mental image formed, though it was a projection of YA's mind. GWT asked YA if there was anything to be asked of him? Just out of curiosity, asked if YA was going to be hypnotised. GWT said he didn't think it would be helpful. YA considered that maybe hypnosis was a term for letting that pillar of lights do whatever it was intended to do.
When it seemed like the visitor wasn't going to appear to do anything, YA wrapped up the conversation with GWT. YA didn't return. Seemed like what needed to be seen was seen. Though it wasn't the end of the troubles, no. Not even the beginning.
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