The Cure

A medical condition can hurt a girl in the most vulnerable place -- her confidence.
And hurting a girls confidence?
This girl isn't going to recover anytime soon.

Three years after being diagnosed with the unattractive, torturous tourettes, an impulsive action that must be done or the person gets wildly uncomfortable and stressed, Thalia is still searching desperately for something to reduce the impulse.
But it's harder than you think when the antidote is being calm - and in a world Thalia thinks is against her, she battles to keep her head above the waves of a storm she'd been expecting for so long: but an unexpected person changes all of that, and Thalia finds everything she's worked so hard to build up, to protect herself until she's cured, come crumbling down around her.
And then somebody tries to kill her.

Based on true medical issues.
Copyrighted2016
--Thisyoungauthour--

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10. The Boogy Man

 

Dr Grant was oddly sane - if you could say 'Dr Grant' and 'sane' in the same sentence - today, and he wasn't as crazy as normal. He gave a few tips on how to get better, and then he left half way for a 'important business meeting'.

With the help of Sheila, they decracked the code to, 'Dr Grant had gone on a date,' which was slightly nerving for the health and safety of the person he was going to see.

However, that meant Alec and Thalia had the rest of the afternoon together, to try and crack the mystery of Thalia's upcoming death, and, you know, a lot of kissing was involved.

They now sat, with Flou on the swings, in the park, running through what happened.

Flou had gotten another vision last night, as soon as Alec had arrived home. They'd both seen it, and Alec was trying, and failing, to miserably explain what he saw.

So Flou gave up and came over. She extended her hand for the older girl, and with a slight wince, she took it.

Flou took her brother's hand as well, and the white flashed across their eyes.

It might have been a funny, and very weird view to those watching, the three of them, holding hands, closed eyes, swaying back and forth: but thankfully, the park was empty, with the occasional dog walker, or jogger moving past.

But even they stayed clear of the swings, as there used to be a serious case of mugging taking place around here.

But the muggers grew up, moved somewhere better ...

Thalia focused on the image Flou was projecting to her.

And she spotted herself instantly.

She was in Alec's arm, and although the scenery around them was blurry, it looked like they were inside a house, or building. The other Alec was mumbling words into her ear, that seemed to turn them both on like crazy, and the other Thalia responded with a gasp, laughing. She whispered something back that was greeted with a huge grin, and apparently, deserved a deep kiss.

Thalia felt the emotions of her twin, and it was hot, desperate, longing.

She breathed in sharply, and watched as her other got spun round, onto the bed, and Alec perched himself on top of her. They were kissing, passionately, and he was unbuttoning her top with ease that only practice could perfect.

Thalia gasped at the sight; but it soon came apparent that her other was doing the same thing.

And his top was already off, and abandoned on the floor from where she'd thrown it; his jeans were soon followed.

And then the vision stopped abruptly, not even getting to the best part.

Flou scowled, and Thalia jumped back into real life with a deep flush.

"I can't do it," Flou gasped, and the younger girl fell to her knees. Alec grabbed her, and hauled her back up as Thalia jumped to her rescue as well. The two hauled her onto the bench between them, and Alec brushed her hair out of her eyes, searching her face quickly.

"Flou? What's the matter?" He was pink in the face, and looked as if he'd liked what he'd seen. Thalia pretended not to notice.

The younger girl whimpered slightly, and curled up. Suddenly, her nose was running, bloody. She cried out, and started to spasm, and Thalia jumped from her seat so Flou could lay down.

Alec swore, frantic. "Flou? What's going on?"

But the younger girl just shook, and bled, and yelled for Alec to make it stop.

And Alec.

Oh, Alec. He just knelt beside his sister, hands trembling, unable to do anything but watch the pain that was inflicted on his sister: and then he pinned her down, trying to look into her face for answers.

It lasted thirty seconds, this torture inflicted on the eleven year old, and when it had finished, Flou was clearly in shock, shaking, staring up at the sky. Her body was twitching all over, unable to stay still. Thalia stood helplessly behind Alec, as he stroked his sister's hair down, and made soft soothing noises.

Finally, what felt like an age later, the younger girl blinked, and her head turned. It looked like it was a lot of effort: and her gaze fixed on Thalia.

"He's going to kill you." Her voice was distant, and her face was slack, like she wasn't real, like she was sleeping. And then it was louder suddenly, almost a scream. "Don't go near him. He's going to kill you -"
"Who is? Who's going to kill her?" Alec shook his sister, hard, and Thalia broke free of her trance, to shove him away as she yelped in pain.

Alec staggered, and fell back. He stared in horror as she replaced him by his sister's side - but he didn't do anything but stumble to lean over her from the other end of the bench.

"Flou? Flou, come on. Talk to me. Please. Tell me: what happened?"

"He's going to kill you." Flou hadn't stopped repeating this. "He's going to kill you!" And Thalia couldn't concentrate.

She took a deep breath in, trying to calm down, but it was hard, and she was too afraid to get her stress-ball out, in case she lost it during this time of madness.

"Flou," Her voice was soft, and the younger girl seemed to drop her screaming to a whisper, in a way she was trying to listen to what the older girl was going to say, however she was still in shock. "What happened, Flou? The vision wasn't of me dying; why would that relate to my death?" Flou blinked, and she stopped talking.

And then her head fell to rest on Thalia, her body went limp, a sort of lifeless movement. For a second, Thalia froze, and she thought the younger girl had actually died on her, but then she blinked, and stirred back to life.

"You didn't see it?" She whimpered. "You didn't see the man?"

Thalia shook her head, stiffly, and Flou suddenly leant out, and she gripped the older girl hard. And then Thalia saw white.

The scene was of Alec and her again.

His trousers were off.

He was left in his underwear; and her trousers were on the way down as well.

They were laughing, a tangle of limbs and shrieks of joy. Alec was tickling her, and Thalia was desperately trying to get away. The whole thing was child's place, and it was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. And when she let out a laugh, and spun to push him away, she ended up on top, pinning him down.

He was stronger than her by a million times, and could've easily brushed her to aside, but he let her hold him down to the bed, and his eyes were sparkling, watching, waiting to see what she'd do.

And she bowed her head, and kissed his jaw gently.

His body moved up, trying to press himself to her, but her jeans were thick, and she didn't get the same reaction he did. And her doppleganger gripped tighter onto his wrists, pressing them closer to his head, as she started to grind.

Thalia, in her third person state, groaned slightly, and her head, if that's what you could call it, lolled back - and as she felt her trousers being tugged off, her eyes fixed onto the man in the window by accident.

And the pleasant feeling escaped her.

She screamed, and the face burned into her head.

It stared at the pair on the bed with such ferocity, she could almost see her dead, in the creature's arms. And before she could get a better look at it, the flashback ended.

And Flou was having her fit again; and Alec was grabbing her.

"Thalia - Thalia! Oh god, what did she do to you? Thalia, look at me! Open your eyes -" But the seventeen year old fell limply against his body.

For a second she was okay, and she tried to tell him that: and then it hurt.

It really hurt.

She felt the pain in her body, and it wasn't the hot feeling she was feeling before spotting the man.

This was exhilarating; and there was a screaming, agonising stab in her stomach, twisting and turning, and it was getting worse with every second. Pain blinded her vision; she felt the imaginary knife sink deeper and deeper, and it was painful. She was sobbing, trying to fight the invisible grip, but it was strong, so strong. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't see straight; she couldn't hear anything but her screams.

Her body was jerking around, like it had a mind of it's own.

And the pain.

Oh my god. She was dying. She was dying - and then it stopped.

Alec was yelling, torn between his sister having a migraine, and the girl he wanted to call a girlfriend, but wasn't quite sure where they were yet, screaming, convulsing on the floor.

Like any good citizen, nobody came to see what the fuss was about: people were scared of the park, and Alec gratefully dropped beside Thalia, thankful for the lack of spectators, and also quite furious about it; and rolled her over.

Her hands were gripping her stomach, and she was doubled up.

She was gagging, like she was trying to cough something up, and it sounded painful; Alec didn't know what to do.

And then she actually did cough something up.

Blood.

Lots of it.

The teenager swore, and he grabbed Thalia, slamming his hand on her back, trying to lodge whatever was stuck in her throat, out of there, but she coughed another mouth of blood, and another - and then she stopped.

Just like that.

Took a deep breath in, and she was okay again.

The pain inside of Thalia was gone, and just an aching memory remained.

Flou stopped flailing at the same time, and the two girls lied there, quiet, breathing heavily.

 Alec was panting; the adrenaline kicking around his body. He breathed in sharply finally, and pulled Thalia up, and into his arms.

She had started to cry, just little sobs that she tried to conceal, but he noticed instantly. And once he held her, he refused to release her, even when Flou whimpered, and called his name weakly.

It was Thalia who had to pull away, and check if Flou was okay, crawling beside her, stroking the younger girl's hair out of her face.

"What happened Flou?" She whimpered. "Why did that man - how did that man make us feel that much pain? What happened?"
"I - I don't know." And, after a little hesitation, Thalia held out her hand.

"Take me back." She whispered. Flou, who had already gone through her own torture twice now, paled significantly - and Alec leapt forwards, and tangled Thalia back into his arms, hugging her close to him.

"No," He said firmly. "You aren't going back. Never again. Not after what happened. You could've killed yourself."
"I don't care! I want to know why that man was there -"
"What happened?"

"No - not here, not now." Flou stood, and she looked older than eleven. She looked at the two older children, wrapped in each other's arms, and she breathed in sharply. "We need to leave. Now. It - it doesn't feel right here." Alec, trusting his sister's instincts with every nerve in his body, pulled Thalia up, and onto her feet, but he didn't release her from his grip, and she was fine with that, suddenly weak with the amount of blood loss.

Flou was looking better, but instead of revealing what she knew, she gestured for the two to follow her.

And they did, like sheep. Following.

And neither three teenagers noticed the man that followed them back to Alec's and Flou's house.

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