Strapped down. Ellie. No escape. She wailed. Flung her arms around. No escape. It wasn't as scary as she thought, but the dim lights and gray walls gave off an eerie feeling. Terry, was not bothered. Ellie, hated it. As all little girls would.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Ellie screamed and smacked away the therapist's arm.
He gave a cold look. He never wanted this dreadful job. "Calm down. I won't hurt you."
"I KNOW THAT, STUPID!" Ellie screamed, leaving the therapist aghast. He tried to find his voice. "You want Terry." She replied almost too solemnly quiet to hear.
The therapist sighs, "We won't hurt Terry." You can tell he believes Terry is only an imaginary character, a figment in Ellie's imagination. "We are only...erm..." He doesn't know what to say, until his dull, gray face smirks. "Terry is just going on..uh..vacation for a while. A long while."
Tears form in Ellie's eyes. She stayed silent for a long time, until she heard small shuffling of feet across the room. "Terry, is it true? Your going on vacation?"
The therapist looks up, "Who are you talking to?"
Ellie ignores the therapist and burn's her eyes into Terry's face. Terry shakes his head, 'No' to Ellie's question.
Ellie was irate. She breathed in and out, in and out, in and out. One deep breath. Then she screamed as loud as possible. It was a piercing sound that was so high pitched that humans could barely hear it.
Terry heard it fine. Terry understood. With that, the therapist was dead.