her
voice.
‘He was not only
in love with the real Stephanie, but he’s retained that love for
her despite your undoubted charms my dear.’
She turns back
to me, looking me up and down with undisguised approval.
‘You’ve made so much more of her too! He’s a fool to want the old
Stephanie back.’
‘Hmn, but we
know men can be like that, unfortunately. Completely predictable
normally; but obtuse when you least expect it!’
‘An obtuseness
that, in this case, could mean our poor little Stephanie isn’t as
self-contained as she should be.’
She takes me by
the arms, pulls me back towards her yet again.
‘Now, let’s try
it again shall we?’
Her eyes lock on
mine once more.
‘Stephanie; I
know where you are,’ she says. ‘You’re a student at Heartache High,
aren’t you dear?’
*
Chapter 22
She knows about
Heartache High!
‘Sure she would,
if she’s a construct of your subconscious!’ Dave says. ‘You’re
reading too much into a lot of this.’
‘Isn’t that what
a psychiatrist has to do with subconscious thoughts though Dave?’
Jassy says. ‘Read a meaning into them, interpret them?’
‘I don’t think any psychiatrist could interpret these thoughts
accurately!’
I feel like
Lamia can see me.
Feel like her
never-wavering eyes are actually locked onto me, the student at
Heartache High, rather than onto the eyes of the me back in that
room.
‘Don’t you enjoy
it there dear?’ Lamia asks mischievously. ‘I mean, all those people
there, all just like you? All those things you have in common? All
those things you can share and discuss? You’re all of one mind,
aren’t you?’
She
chuckles.
‘Why are you
looking at me like that Stephanie? That strange, bewildered stare!
Shouldn’t you be thanking me – and of course, my beautiful,
irresistible daughter – for helping you enrol at the wonderful
Heartache High?’
She raises a
hand to her right eye, completely covering it.
Phew!
It’s one heck of
a relief not having both probing eyes staring at me.
She pulls her
hand away; leaving behind nothing but a blank, blood-red
socket.
*
Chapter 23
‘ What?’ gasps Jassy. ‘She’s pulled her eye out?’
‘There, see!’
Dave announces triumphantly. ‘It’s got to be all in your
mind!’
‘It could still be a flashback,’ Jassy insists, ‘with dream-like touches added by your mind.’
I’m not really
listening to them.
Lamia has
brought her hand up to her other eye.
When she pulls
it way, she leaves another gaping eye socket.
It’s even worse
staring back at these than it was staring back at her mesmerising
eyes.
I want to jump
back in shock.
But the me in
the room remains where I am, unperturbed by Lamia’s cool removal of
her eyes.
‘Wait,’ Jassy
says, ‘there was something about Lamia being able to remove
her eyes! Yes, it was a gift–’
‘A gift ?’
Dave sounds aghast. ‘Removing your eyes is a gift ?’
‘Something – I
can’t quite remember every detail – about it being a gift from
Zeus.’
‘Wow, remind me
not to include Zeus on my Christmas list, okay?’
‘No, no; it was a gift! She no longer had to endlessly see her children
being killed, as she’d originally been condemned to do.’
‘Oh well; that’s
all right then,’ Dave says sarcastically.
‘But why take
them out now?’ Jassy wonders. ‘Why now, when Steph felt she was
being drawn out by her probing eyes?’
‘Hmn, are we
making the mistake of trying to read too much into dreams and
visions once again?’
Despite removing
her eyes, Lamia is still standing directly opposite me, her eyeless
sockets as locked onto my own eyes as they had ever
been.
‘Yes, she’s
definitely there, Panthia,’ Lamia declares assuredly. ‘Our precious
little Stephanie is actually watching us right at this very
moment.’
*
‘Why not talk to
her?’ Dave suggests. ‘It’s your mind controlling all this,
obviously; so you should be
voice.
‘He was not only
in love with the real Stephanie, but he’s retained that love for
her despite your undoubted charms my dear.’
She turns back
to me, looking me up and down with undisguised approval.
‘You’ve made so much more of her too! He’s a fool to want the old
Stephanie back.’
‘Hmn, but we
know men can be like that, unfortunately. Completely predictable
normally; but obtuse when you least expect it!’
‘An obtuseness
that, in this case, could mean our poor little Stephanie isn’t as
self-contained as she should be.’
She takes me by
the arms, pulls me back towards her yet again.
‘Now, let’s try
it again shall we?’
Her eyes lock on
mine once more.
‘Stephanie; I
know where you are,’ she says. ‘You’re a student at Heartache High,
aren’t you dear?’
*
Chapter 22
She knows about
Heartache High!
‘Sure she would,
if she’s a construct of your subconscious!’ Dave says. ‘You’re
reading too much into a lot of this.’
‘Isn’t that what
a psychiatrist has to do with subconscious thoughts though Dave?’
Jassy says. ‘Read a meaning into them, interpret them?’
‘I don’t think any psychiatrist could interpret these thoughts
accurately!’
I feel like
Lamia can see me.
Feel like her
never-wavering eyes are actually locked onto me, the student at
Heartache High, rather than onto the eyes of the me back in that
room.
‘Don’t you enjoy
it there dear?’ Lamia asks mischievously. ‘I mean, all those people
there, all just like you? All those things you have in common? All
those things you can share and discuss? You’re all of one mind,
aren’t you?’
She
chuckles.
‘Why are you
looking at me like that Stephanie? That strange, bewildered stare!
Shouldn’t you be thanking me – and of course, my beautiful,
irresistible daughter – for helping you enrol at the wonderful
Heartache High?’
She raises a
hand to her right eye, completely covering it.
Phew!
It’s one heck of
a relief not having both probing eyes staring at me.
She pulls her
hand away; leaving behind nothing but a blank, blood-red
socket.
*
Chapter 23
‘ What?’ gasps Jassy. ‘She’s pulled her eye out?’
‘There, see!’
Dave announces triumphantly. ‘It’s got to be all in your
mind!’
‘It could still be a flashback,’ Jassy insists, ‘with dream-like touches added by your mind.’
I’m not really
listening to them.
Lamia has
brought her hand up to her other eye.
When she pulls
it way, she leaves another gaping eye socket.
It’s even worse
staring back at these than it was staring back at her mesmerising
eyes.
I want to jump
back in shock.
But the me in
the room remains where I am, unperturbed by Lamia’s cool removal of
her eyes.
‘Wait,’ Jassy
says, ‘there was something about Lamia being able to remove
her eyes! Yes, it was a gift–’
‘A gift ?’
Dave sounds aghast. ‘Removing your eyes is a gift ?’
‘Something – I
can’t quite remember every detail – about it being a gift from
Zeus.’
‘Wow, remind me
not to include Zeus on my Christmas list, okay?’
‘No, no; it was a gift! She no longer had to endlessly see her children
being killed, as she’d originally been condemned to do.’
‘Oh well; that’s
all right then,’ Dave says sarcastically.
‘But why take
them out now?’ Jassy wonders. ‘Why now, when Steph felt she was
being drawn out by her probing eyes?’
‘Hmn, are we
making the mistake of trying to read too much into dreams and
visions once again?’
Despite removing
her eyes, Lamia is still standing directly opposite me, her eyeless
sockets as locked onto my own eyes as they had ever
been.
‘Yes, she’s
definitely there, Panthia,’ Lamia declares assuredly. ‘Our precious
little Stephanie is actually watching us right at this very
moment.’
*
‘Why not talk to
her?’ Dave suggests. ‘It’s your mind controlling all this,
obviously; so you should be
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